The 4th of July

On the 4th July, in the middle of a 2 week road trip, I found myself in the town of Trinidad in Humboldt County, California. I started off with some early morning tide pooling on the shores of the Pacific Ocean.

After that I ate some oyster and eggs breakfast at the pier cafe, all-American style. I then enjoyed an easy hike, even for having a full stomach. It looped around the peninsula in Trinidad to somewhat of a view of an old lighthouse. The ocean rocks were much more impressive the lighthouse.

Later that day we wandered down to and around Arcata. Quite a bit going on, I couldn’t tell the bums from the city officials. Did you know that Arcata was the first city in the U.S. to elect a majority of its city council members from the green party? Yeah, hippies. It was a bit of culture shock for someone born and raised and living in Conservativeville. And, how could I not love a place that prides itself on their minor league baseball team, The Humboldt Crabs? They play in a 1,500 seat stadium, and their hats are classy, so I bought one.

But, it wasn’t the baseball that made me feel like an American, and it wasn’t standing on an edge of America herself, it wasn’t even the pizza I ate for lunch. The thing that sparked my pride in old glory was this: