We spent the last few days in Eureka, California with two primary goals: 1) relax a bit, and 2) resist the constant temptation to shout, “Eureka! We’ve found it!” I’m a dork, so this was pretty difficult for me. Especially since we really did find it. What is “it,” you ask? A farmers market!
Long before we hit the road I began dreaming of all the little roadside produce stands and farmers markets we might get to visit. What I failed to take into consideration was that such gems of the backroads rarely feature parking lots large enough for a Buick, let alone a rolling skyscraper. And so it was thus that up until now we have passed by many a luscious looking market and the truck windows have collected my drool.
But in Eureka we finally really truly found it: a downtown farmers market where we could drive and stroll while Bob chillaxed back at the RV park. Not that parking the truck is all that easy. California is filled mainly with Priuses (Priuxi? Prii?) and it’s all street parking here and we either stick out into all roads or take up at least two spots, sometimes four (I love it when that happens). But by now I could smell the fresh lettuce and carrots and hippies and I was going to get there one way or the other. The market was not a disappointment. Just check out what we found...
Long before we hit the road I began dreaming of all the little roadside produce stands and farmers markets we might get to visit. What I failed to take into consideration was that such gems of the backroads rarely feature parking lots large enough for a Buick, let alone a rolling skyscraper. And so it was thus that up until now we have passed by many a luscious looking market and the truck windows have collected my drool.
But in Eureka we finally really truly found it: a downtown farmers market where we could drive and stroll while Bob chillaxed back at the RV park. Not that parking the truck is all that easy. California is filled mainly with Priuses (Priuxi? Prii?) and it’s all street parking here and we either stick out into all roads or take up at least two spots, sometimes four (I love it when that happens). But by now I could smell the fresh lettuce and carrots and hippies and I was going to get there one way or the other. The market was not a disappointment. Just check out what we found...
We also found a decent sushi restaurant for date night and the North Coast Co-op, which is like Whole Foods Market on steroids. I’m making an attempt at the gluten-free diet so this was like heaven to me.
Downtown Eureka is also full of quaint little art shops and used bookstores and boutiques. We got intrigued by a “glass blowing” store and wandered in only to discover that glass ain’t the only thing these folks are blowing, if you get my drift (rimshot). This is not decorative glass, unless by decorative you are referring to redecorating your subconscious (wave a little freebird if ya’ got it). If we had taken note of the “18 years of age and older only” sign on the door we might have avoided this one. On a random note, they also sold disc golf accessories. Well then...
And onward to Oregon we go...
-Jenni
Downtown Eureka is also full of quaint little art shops and used bookstores and boutiques. We got intrigued by a “glass blowing” store and wandered in only to discover that glass ain’t the only thing these folks are blowing, if you get my drift (rimshot). This is not decorative glass, unless by decorative you are referring to redecorating your subconscious (wave a little freebird if ya’ got it). If we had taken note of the “18 years of age and older only” sign on the door we might have avoided this one. On a random note, they also sold disc golf accessories. Well then...
And onward to Oregon we go...
-Jenni