After ten days on the water moving down the West Coast, it was a relief to come ashore in Eureka, California, and find a local coffee shop to fully enjoy terra firma. This town was the perfect spot to mark the halfway point in our adventure. Part rugged fishing port and part eclectic hippy enclave, the two groups blend seamlessly together in an Old Town district near where we docked.
With a hot coffee pulled from a real espresso machine, it wasn’t long until I noticed the old guy towards the back with the black hat and a beard hiding much of his face. A few minutes later, I found myself at his table, hearing his stories of life here in Eureka and how he procured that hat, which so perfectly framed what little of his face was exposed.
After a short time, we shook hands, and I knew I had what I needed for my follow today.