Arcata to Sacramento


Plenty of visability out the rear-view window. We were so strapped for space, I had to ship my most-frequently used but most easily replaced computer home sans hard drive, which did not leave my possession.

This is about an hour and a half into the trip. We took the 101 to the 36, which meets the 5 at Red Bluff. It was gorgeous but winding and deer-ridden scenery.

What the fuck is this?

I went to sleep after taking this picture. I awoke maybe 20 miles outside Red Bluff, and about 30 seconds before a deer with a death wish lept out in front of the car. All the humans were fine, but the deer died. If that happens again, I'm going to take the deer with me and eat it. I may have ethical issues with killing an animal to eat it, but if you've killed the animal anyway, I see no reason to waste perfectly good meat.

We stopped in Red Bluff to get gas and inspect the damage more carefully. We determined that the car was running well enough that we were willing to go remaining 150 miles to Sacramento and have a mechanic look at it there.

This, totally unrelatedly, is obviously a condom machine in the gas station bathroom. I'm not sure exactly what I found amusing about this, it may have just been that there was a condom machine in the ladies room, which is pretty rare in my experience, or it may have been the hot fudge flavoring. The only other condom machine I remember offhand was in Crescent City. I didn't have my camera on me, but they were selling boxes that claimed to contain "Five items that will make all your wildest fantasies come true!" I was a little confused as to how they were able to fit Luke Skywalker and Wolverine plus three mystery items into such a small box.