The scent of the Pacific Ocean’s salt and seaweed and the dark, almost black, sand were signs that we were almost home. It seemed strange to be back in familiar territory after almost a year travelling around North America seeing new things every day.
Crescent City, California, is close to the border with Oregon and is becoming a frequent stop over point for us when returning home. Here is where we start heading north towards British Columbia.
I seem to be attracted to towns with less than 10,000 people and beautiful beaches.
Crescent City suffered extensive damage after the tsunami caused by last year’s earthquake in Japan, but it looked pretty much back to normal when we were there.
This is the place where Oscar and I had our last walk on the beach. I think when he smelled the Pacific Ocean again, he thought we were home.