Favorite places: 2026.09 FORT BRAGG California

Ran out in back and grabbed some grapes. The concords are for Dad coming along on the trip, and the Thompsons are for Mom. No, they are not really coming; Just in memory. It is in memory of our childhood vacations, and it is a stupid sentimental thing. Sorry to confuse everyone.

Concords were Dad's favorite grape. He planted concords half way around an acre of land. And Mon loved Thompsons. The type being a little longer and pinker than these. And going to the coast on vacation was a big deal. Dad only had a one week "Redwood" vacation to go to either Fort Bragg or Prairy Creek. Hopefully, that expains the grapes.


Part of the trip involves stopping in Yuba City at the Sizzler. Expensive; But we are on vacation. Justifies it? The temperature is 85 degrees outside, 80 degrees inside the RV, and 70 degrees in the truck. Taffie will be OK if we park way down the street in some shade. If it were cooler, we would take three days to get to the coast. One day here to get some Linda-Shopping. One day to get to Clear Lake for an overnight stay at the Casino. And a third day to get from ClearLake to Fort Bragg. After a restfull sleep, one can more fully injoy the RedWoods after Willits. Friends think this is absolutely rediculous: Three days to get from Chico to Fort Bragg!




Linda just reminded me that we did stay over in Yuba City. I remember I awoke to homeless people catching chickens at the crack of dawn. It may be the same people that were feeding them corn. That two activities of feeding and harvesting makes the act farming. Also, at the same time of the chaos, were hawks diving down from trees trying to catch baby chicks and carry them off, sadly one child at a time. I observed two hens with only one chick apeace. And that was surely from a half dozen. Hens do not hatch only one chick. What a life. Evolution is ran by an evil God.

MacKerricher State Park

Inside the RV, looking from the bed to the table.
All insulation is in the windows, Reflecting side facing inward to reflect infrared heat back inside.
One infrared light producing way more heat than what is needed for the night.
Under the table are my soldering box and Linda's purse. Oh, and I see my cordless drill too.

All other lighting is turned off, except for some Accent lighting. After bed time, infrared and Accents are turned off too. At 52 degrees outside, the inside can be too warm at 71, requiring a window to be left partially open during the night. But the cool ocean air and wave sounds are very welcome.


Inside the refrigerator, I have three drinks: a Guava, a OatMilk, and a Buttermilk.
All three are combined with water and ice.
The Buttermilk Calcium is to combine with Oxalates, and prevent kidney stones.
I got a stone because I did not take buttermilk at the same time that I was eating Cashew nuts. They must be in the intestines at the same time.

The lid caps must be on tight, as there is no room in an RV refrigerator to stand up the containers.


MacKerricher State Park:

We used Linda's "Disabilities Pass" to get into MacKerricher. We had a dozen site choices with no reservations. I never have reservations. Linda gets half price. Half price is $20 per night. It used to be half that, until Trump dismissed many Rangers at State Parks. He also wants to divide off some land to sell to his oligarch friends, so that at least some loyalists can injoy the sceenery permanently.

I like this site, 45. Lots of sun for my solar panels, and easy walk to ocean. It is a heavy tent site. This and both side sites. One side had 5 tents and a travel trailer and two trucks.

Sometimes we sleep in a parking lot in Fort Bragg the day before, so that we are refreshed at our Safeway stay, before checking out the sites at MacKerricher. Sleep is so important for your well being and health. I love traveling with no commitments. Drives Linda nuts. There is also VanDamn and Casper as secondary, not as good, choices.














Carolyn wants to see what Donna claims to exist from her property. There are benifits to owning land and a swamp.

He takes Taffie out at night on a leash to go for a pee. And niegbors in tents seem to leave early the next morning. Some report seeing things. Rangers think crazy stupid things happen when I come to visit. I don't care. But AI is a good thing. For example, a girl two trailers over, said her husband is no longer an alcoholic. He sobered right up. Right here at MacKerricheer State Park. Also, her husband stopped peeing on trees at night too. Good things happen here.


There are many ground squirls.


This picture is completely about the moon. The moon is located between the girls about shoulder height. The moon is aprox a half moon, with the lit side facing to the right. The sun has just went down to the right. It is twilight just after SunSet. My program calculates the position of the moon at all times. But I have female representations of the daytime and nighttime. The girl in Orange represents Day or Sun Events, and the Blue Girl represents Night or Moon Events. The girls are NOT AI Agents, and do not do calculations on their own. They only represent portions of my program. At this moment, Day has blended with Night, and neither time has dominance.

I was lucky to get this picture. As I was driving along, I had difficulty seeing the moon, for the moon and sun were somewhat close to each other. Despite the sun's glare, I knew where the moon was. It was just behind the sun, and that distance was increasing each day. This is a perfect time for a picture; the sun is down and is of no direct problem. And the sky is still light from the sun, leaving the moon super easy to see. And of course, the RV is in the picture. And the girls fit and frame perfectly.

I am an Engineer, and I have an engineering comment. Science teaches that Nature has no feelings and is as cold as ice when it comes to life and death. Nature does not give a damn. Mathematical equations written in stone dictate every event, unwavering with no grace nor mercy.

I personally do NOT believe that for a moment. The God of this world is evil beyond measure, and relishes a currency of death and chaos.

So here it is: Equations of great precision are bathed in an either, and therefor still have Masters, and the Masters have feelings of good and bad.

On the Bluffs

This is not a clear picture, but it shows the inside, looking from the table towards the bed. Bathroom is on the left with its door open.


Someone lost my razor, as crazy as that sounds. Linda says it is a warning sign if you think that someone stole your razor. A sign of a disease.


Linda may have made me cut two HorseTails. I can not remember. Either, I was not me. Or, perhaps it was not me that took them. There may be regulations around here against people like her.


Some kind of daises growing on the Bluffs.








We are the second from the left. And this is on the Bluffs.





This orange cat came to the field every morning to sneak up on insects, and then to pounce on them. He has no trouble finding food. He is a pouncing all the time. But I do not think he is gaining on his nutrition; One pounce equals the energy of one grasshopper. So it is even-steven per pounce. Does not matter; cat is doing it for fun. Kinda like Carolyn; A little on the sneaky side.





This sky is the result of the "Bachelor Fire". This is at the Robinson Casino. It is 200 miles to Fort Bragg, and this is half way. We always sleep here. coming and going. 200 miles is too far to travel in one go. Robinson Casino is a nice half way stay. I drive safe, but not very far. That is why old farts live so long.

One consideration is the temperature. No one can stay here mid-summer. The temperatures are too high. No one can sleep if the temperature is 90 degrees at midnight. I keep a close eye on the weather when I am trying to get accros the valley to the coast in mid summer. We made it this time because it was less than 80 degrees at midnight during the transit time to Fort Bragg. Also coming back, we had a pleasant sleep, with a low of 55 degrees.


Inside the casino, the air is clean with no smoke. Free plays and a good breakfast. And the guard watches our rig all night long. With us in it. Safe place.