Newspaper Headlines from Here to There, Day 3 Part 4–Redwoods–When Plans Change


Newspaper Headlines from Here to There:  When Plans Change

November 17, 2016, Thursday

We have roles in our marriage.  It is how things get done.  It is how things stay organized.  It is how we roll.  I am the Vacation Planner, and The Hunni is the Vacation Manager.  So usually, I make the plans, and The Hunni makes them come true.  Thankfully, he likes most of my ideas and places to stop.  When we found the creek bed, he was willing to detour for an hour.  When I wanted to stop in the middle of the road for a photo, he more than obliged.  If I need an afternoon coffee, he tries to make sure I get one.  I usually pick the places we stop to eat.  I make the hotel reservations, the flight reservations, and such.  And this Thursday, November 17 was no different.

The plan was to spend the night in Eureka, then get an early start on CA 101 and see the coastal Redwood National Forest by early morning light.  We would then cut over on CA 199 to Grant’s Pass and take Interstate 5 up to Gresham, Oregon where The Hunni’s sister lives.  We would see images like the photo below.

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I had visions of seeing the California coast and the giant Redwoods in the early morning sun.  My kiddos have never seen the Pacific Coast, and I thought we might even picnic on the beach.  We would be wind blown and probably freezing cold, but revived and viewing majestic scenery.

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(photo credit)

It would be a long day with 7 1/2 hours of driving time, plus stops, but we would get to see some of the best scenery in the world.

That was my plan.


That was still the plan when we left the Eel River creek bed loaded down with some new prize rocks, wet shoes, a happy doggie and. . .


. . .pew. . .weeeeeeeeeeeeee. . . someone had stepped in dog doo.  The Hunni kindly cleaned my shoe and said, “I might sink, but Eureka!”  And we were Eureka bound, according to the plan.


We pulled into Perlita’s at 6:59  for a taco supper according to the plan.  As usual, I had chosen the restaurant based on the kiddos input (no fish) and Yelp reviews.


Family owned, it was unassuming and basic-good.  The plan was a good one.


We had a chance to visit a bit with the kiddos.  (We plan sit down supper on trips for this reason.)


We had left Pope Valley early this morning, and it seemed like a week ago that we had breakfast with Rob and Jackie!


It had been a long and happy day, (just like I had planned), and. . .


. . .Little Man was fading.  “Good thing we are spending the night in Eureka,” I thought,  “We are worn out and tired.  I am glad we don’t have to drive any further. We have been pushing it for days, and tonight we will get to bed at a decent hour.”

And that is when my plan came into review.  The Hunni said, “Rebecca, I want to keep driving and get some hours behind us.  My sister is only 7 1/2 hours away, and I haven’t seen her for about five years.  I just want to get there.  I don’t care about seeing more Redwoods.  What do you think?”

And I thought.  I thought about the Redwoods in the morning sun.  I thought about showing our kiddos the Northern Pacific Coast for the first time.  I thought about an early bed time, and I said. . . . . . .

. . . .

. . . .


Because it is his sister.  And because he never asks to change my plans.  And because I love him.


And so The Hunni took over the plans.  He made hotel reservations in Medford, Oregon.


At 8:06 he pulled into Java Hut and got us a Ibarra Mocha to share and to keep us awake as we had about 2 1/2 more hours to drive.  At 8:14 he pulled over to buy a tank of gas. Before Collier’s Tunnel all bladders were on overload, so we had to do a Nature Stop before the kiddos all feel asleep for the night.  Once back in the car, we entered Collier’s Tunnel, and it seemed like we were driving into a wall due to the fog and blackness.  My contacts were getting sticky from being awake so long again.  The car was quiet as we drove through some beautiful country in the pitch darkness.

At 9:11 we entered Oregon.  It was there that The Hunni realized the Medford, Oregon was south on Interstate 5–forty minutes south.  Around 11:00 we pulled in to our hotel for the night.

Pope Valley, California to Medford, Oregon.

7:00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m.  with lots of happy moments in-between.  We had eaten breakfast with a gorgeous view of Pope Valley, seen the back-roads of Northern California, hiked in The Humboldt Redwoods State Park, driven through a tree, parked on a stream bed, eaten, laughed, and had a wonderful time.  It was a good plan–even though it got change.

The pull of Family is strong.

And that is a good thing.

–Your Roving Reporter Rebecca

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