That's a huge Redwood

Nothing good came out of Tuesday.

Although we were refreshed from a great night in Lake Tahoe, Tuesday turned out to be a rainy depressing drive through the mountains in search of Redwoods. Once we finally found some of the trees that Ben had been hoping to find for hours, we arrived in the depressing city known as Fort Bragg, CA

As soon as we arrived at the Caspar Beach campground, we were greeted by the he/she know only to us as "pat" (we have know idea what its name really is, we simply called it pat). Pat called us up to the register with a friendly "next victim please"- not comfortable being that we were in the middle of nowhere with no cellphone service and dealing with this behemoth of a he/she. As we stepped up to the counter we were unsure what exactly we were dealing with. The hands looked so manly, yet the wig and dangling earring made us think female. I guess we may never know.

After checking in, we left the campground immediately as we wanted to spend as little time possible there. As we attempted to venture in to Mendocino to grab a bite to eat, we were suddenly stopped in the road by a fallen tree. Clearly the response teams were used to this type of thing. No more than 15 minutes after the tree fell was it cut up and traffic open to both lanes again. Good work Mendocino County Response Teams.

After arriving in Mendocino, we were instantly disappointed. It was even smaller than the previous crap town of Fort Bragg, but at least a little more quaint. We arrived to closed restaurants and inns. The people we encountered kept recommending "the brewery" in Fort Bragg, so we had no choice but to turn around and head back.

Upon reaching the brewery we were all starving, we rushed in and sat down not even looking at the menu. As we walked in, I saw a delicious plate of tacos pass me by and I immediately knew how I was going to satisfy my hunger. Once we sat down we glanced at the menu only to find extremely high prices. I was disappointed but thought that the tacos would surely be worth the high price tag in the end.

But wait, I didn't see any tacos on the menu. After we ordered beers, I inquired about the tacos, only to find that it was $1 taco night and they were only available if you sit in the bar. A final seal on what was already a bad day.

As we headed back to camp, hoping that the he/she had gone to sleep and would not attack us late in the night, we passed out early and vowed to have a better Wednesday.

Location:Fort Bragg, CA (aka Crap Town, USA)