Ladies & Gentlemen

September 10, 2013

Posted in Uncategorized by MW on November 20, 2013

10pm: “Hey, let’s go to Eureka tomorrow for our two year anniversary!”
10:15pm: Email boss that I’m not coming in tomorrow.

4:00am: Wake up.
4:30am: Start driving to Eureka.
5:00am: No regrets…loving every moment.

After driving for almost five hours through golden hills, tall trees, and bizarre tourist traps, we arrived at our breakfast spot, Hangar Cafe. An old airport hangar with a tucked away diner that seats ten. The adjoining airplane gift shop makes this the most adorable place to eat breakfast. We were just thrilled to be eating biscuits! (Biscuits are Jared’s absolute favorite!)

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After breakfast we kept driving North into the redwoods. We, of course, had to stop by the ocean. The weather was perfect and sunny and we couldn’t resist running toward the crashing waves.

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The detour to the beach was worth it, as always. After, we headed to Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park. We decided on a 4 mile hike through one of the oldest forests in America (I’m not sure if this is true, but whatever). We toured and surveyed the trees and one after the other we said, “Look at that one!….Oh, wow, that one’s huge!” – we’re pretty dorky. Even by the end we were still impressed by the gigantic trunks and the height of the scarlet beauties.

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The redwoods were pure amazing, but I was completely taken aback by our next destination. This place is called Fern Canyon and it was like a secret fern palace. Not many people were there (this was a Tuesday after all) and the sun was shining enough to illuminate the layers of fern through the canyon. The walls of ferns were incredible. Just go, okay.

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After one more stop at the beach we finally headed back into old town Eureka. We saw some weird mansion and the original painted lady (which is pink, my favorite). We finished our anniversary with some halibut and truffles. It was one of my favorite adventures to date!

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2 years and counting…

p.s. On the way out of Eureka we felt our way through the dark past tiny houses and fields. Then we came upon the house where my dad was born and slightly raised. It was such a joy to know his house is still there.

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  1. Brittney said, on November 21, 2013 at 10:02 am

    I still want to go here! your instagram picture was so so perfect


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