The historic Victorian town of Ferndale was our starting point to the very twisty and long Lost Coast highway, much of it wrapped in fog. The beaches were too cold and windy, but it's always fun to go over a one lane wooden bridge between semis.
Unbelievably, we made it home that same day after 10 hours in the car. 2600 miles, 2400 pictures, and eight audio books later. It felt good to be home, but I'd do it all over again in a minute.
