About 10 miles north of where we’re parked in Arcata is a town called Trinidad.
I’ve read the description of its early settlement, but still can’t fathom the origin of the name.
Whatever, it’s an interesting little place. Several artsy shops immediately off Hwy 101, including a restaurant that serves mashed potato cones. They’re waffle cones made on a griddle up front by the cash register from a corn meal based batter, then stuffed with freshly mashed potatoes and cheese, mushrooms, onions, and bacon bits.
Novel and gooood!
The town sits on a hill overlooking two very large outcroppings that look like islands close to shore, but they have narrow connections to the land. There is a lovely, sturdy, shiny, and new aluminum pier that is owned by the local Indian tribe and used by the commercial crabbers (you can just barely see it in the second picture below). The crabbers pay a share of every load to the Indians for use of the dock.
Many of you have seen Robyn’s photos on Facebook from her morning forays to the town and its outcroppings.
One recent morning was scheduled for some fabulous waves due to a distant storm out in the Pacific, so we all got motivated before sunup to get going and see…
The waves were interesting, but will be the subject of another post.
I wanted to show you what we encountered before even reaching the shoreline and its waves. FOG. It really wasn’t too surprising. This area usually gets fog at some point every day. We might wake up to clear skies and sunshine, but move 2 miles up the coast and be met by a wall of fog coming in off the ocean.
This lighthouse is merely the decorative top of an old lighthouse that has been moved to a scenic spot on the hillside. Turn to the right and this was the scene.
The town has quite a fleet of active commercial crabbers. Because of the threatened waves, the crab boats stayed moored in their sheltered cove.
Our final picture for this post shows the remains of the track that the crabbers used before the fancy pier. It ran down into the water, and could both launch and recover boats. Now, the sea gulls rest on its tracks.