I'm all for that. Neighbor was a scout leader. They had 5 boys.
Godmother and father lived across the street. He was a longshoreman. They hate a tiny lot along the river 20 miles from here. As little kids we tried catching minnows with kitchen strainers and tipped over rocks to catch crawdads. As we got older, the older kids who could drive took us up "the river" fishing. Discovering the logging roads became a never ending adventure. First locally, then a neighbor who drove a log truck asked if I'd ever been from Powers (tiny logging town 50 miles away)
to Gold beach (it's back on the coast). Here straight down the coast to Gold Beach is 75 miles. Here> to Powers> to Gold Beach on the back roads is probably 120 miles.
Any how, I drove that back road once and found a new haunt to explore. That's where hippy on a rock came from. That entire area is not remotely close to our local geography. Locally, it's lots of fir and alder trees,b slippery rocks and moss.
Towards Powers, you are on a different geologic plate with rocks instead of dirt, much higher elevations, totally different trees and weather. There too, many hundreds of miles of logging roads. These roads also go from the coast highway 101, inland to interstate 5, the main interstate from Mexico to Canada.
There at 1,000 and 1,500+ foot elevations I discovered clam and mussel fossils.... The ocean was either up there..... or much more likely, "up there" rose slowly up and out of the ocean up to its current location.
There are also some hiking trails up there but it's rare to see other cars or people. I feel pretty lucky being here in the same city where I've spent my entire life. Lots of solitude and not too far away.... We do have a Walmart superstore for social gatherings and entertainment ( men in leotards, piercing recipients and goth costumes). We got it all.
That would be a good movie title.
