Blake came up for what is becoming my Memorial Day tradition, KLRing with him around the boonies. This year I had several destinations planned for us. We started our journey up in Arcata for the start of the Kinetic Sculpture Race. Due to some legalities in ownership of the name, it’s not officially called that anymore, but I’m a traditionalist. It’s still Candlestick, and it’s still the Kinetic Sculpture Race. We got there a bit late so we just managed to catch the start and only grabbed a few pictures as they flew by at the start.
Then we headed up to Route 1 to find Blake Mountain, a spot I found on a map and it seemed an appropriate place to visit. Next we searched for Cold Springs, a place mentioned by a friend, but I think we had the wrong one. There are about 5 Cold Spring(s) in this area according to the government named place website. (Didn’t even know we had a National Geospatial Intelligence Agency)
Our final destination for the day was Hell to Find Lake. Yes, that’s the real name of the lake, which I found while cruising on Google Earth one day. It lived up to its name, mostly because Blake’s GPS unit kept coming up with the wrong road names for the roads that we were on. Once we found it though we realized we lucked into a very nice campground, except for one problem. The local frogs were celebrating the three day weekend too, and they stayed up all night partying. Damn they were loud, next time I’m bringing the earplugs to bed.