After leaving Mendocino, I was feeling pretty good about how my trip had gone so far and was settling back into my solo adventure as I headed North on Hwy 1 to 101. With the Redwoods only a couple hours away from where I was, I thought it would work out perfectly for me to arrive there midday, go for a hike somewhere, and then decide en route if I would be camping in the Redwoods or continuing north in the direction of Crescent City.
Just before I reached the junction for 101, I noticed a sign near Leggett, CA about a drive-thru tree park and figured it’d be a good place for a quick pit stop before I ventured into the guaranteed amazing-ness of the Redwoods. I was ecstatic to see the trees getting bigger and knew I was headed in the right direction, so without wasting too much time, I got back on the road.
Just after getting onto 101, I noticed that despite my car’s usually great gas mileage, it seemed to be draining very quickly. I pondered what might be causing this phenomenon, exactly how sure I was about when I last checked my gas gauge, and thought, Caleb and I were talking about our tires this morning and I totally meant to check them before I left! Hmm…
I was just finishing that last thought when I got an audible response to my questions. Pulling off the exit that was immediately ahead of me, I jumped out to see that I had indeed gotten a flat tire. Bah! I’ve changed a tire before – when I first got my license and my dad made me do it, but I’ve been lucky enough to never have a flat, so it’s been quite some time since I’ve had to. Trying to keep a positive attitude, I started putting stuff from my trunk into my back seat so I could access my spare, and as I was finishing up, I noticed that there were a couple of construction workers nearby taking a break, or possibly just not working (I mean we were kind of in the middle of nowhere, if the boss isn’t watching…). I decided to ask them for help, and when I approached them, they read my mind; they informed me that they had to wait for another person to get there so they weren’t doing anything, and that they would be happy to help me.
Stories from the road-trip that inspired moving to the PNW, and other travel adventures.