Spent a Saturday night at Klamath River. Just looked like a good place to stop with a river close by. Turned out that they were having an all you can eat salmon and chicken dinner with live music. little did i know that it was the beginning of the salmon run. about 1/4 mile down the road was the ocean with a big spit separating the ocean and the river. At high tide, the ocean would spill over the split and the salmon would come with the water to begin their migration to the spawning sites.
Met a very nice couple txt comes each year a couple of times and they invited me over for coffee the next morning.
I forgot and left Liberty's food out opened close to the tent. When i got up to go to the restroom in the middle of the night, i found myself 10 feed from 3 skunks that were enjoying her food. Luckily, at 11 1/2, liberty sleeps pretty soundly and is used to me getting up. I made a little noise and made sure i zipped the tent closed and they were gone. I put the top back on the plastic shoe box that i had her food in. It was almost full. i decided that the fun was over with the wildlife and left it out still as I was very tired and just wanting to get back to sleep. I had barely gotten back in the tent and under the covers before i heard the food being rattled around. I figured raccoons were after the food now. I was getting back up when it got quiet again, so i just lay back down and went to sleep.
The next morning, i got out of the tent and the shoe box was nowhere to be found. I was camped next to the little road that dead ended at the river and ocean meeting area. And it was straight up a pretty steep hill on the other side. I walked around both and did not find the box. My guess was a bear because it would have been too heavy for raccoons to have carried off. Salmon and bear, makes sense to me.
Liberty and I went and walked around but again it was foggy and while i got some pictures, i have problems with the CF card they were on and lost them.
There were rocks called the two sister rocks where one looked like she was carrying a basket on her shoulder. This was a native american tribal area where they fished long ago as well.
On up the road, i went in a park that had signs about elk being in the meadows on either side of the road. I hung around for awhile and go the binos out to see if they were just laying down around the tree line, but nothing. Decided to head on north and had not gone 500 hundred feet before going around a curve and had to come to a quick stop because traffic was stopped in both lanes. A herd of about 50 elk were feeding next to the road. I loved listening to the sounds they made. They they walked across the road, right in front of my truck and that is how I took th pictures, sitting inside. I would love to come back at the mating season to hear the elk buggling. That was the good and bad of this trip. While i got to see such wonderful things, it really only left me wanting to come back for more.