Sunday, September 4, 2011

Westport & Glass Beach (Fort Bragg)

After the Skunk Train we spied a city on the map called Westport and wondered if it had any connection with the city of the same name on the west coast of Ireland? With curiosity as our guide, we drive north about 20 miles to city of Westport.

Blink -- Did you miss it? We did.


Yep, Westport, California isn't much more than a dot on a map -- a general store, a gas station, and some one-eyed townies that made me NOT want to stop. But we did a U-turn at the ocean and walked down to this empty beach.


Yes, it's foggy and a bit rugged, but I was in awe at it's beauty. Not quaint like Ireland, but still something worth of a few snaps.



Glass Beach in Fort Bragg? Yes, there's quite a bit of polished glass pieces on the shore to pick like seashells. But there's also gobs of seaweed, smelly ocean flies, and huge tourist asses everywhere bending over picking up that glass. Didn't stay long. Even Henri felt kinda icky.

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