Day 118 - Seiad Valley, CA

My day began with four crossings of Grider Creek. 

It was no more than a trickle but there were indications of its remarkable strength when swollen.

The second bridge was still standing. 

The trail led to a modest campground that looked like it could use some renovating. 

But then again, what more do you need besides a picnic table and an outhouse? 

I began the 6.5 mile road walk into Seiad Valley, and stepped lively to the cadence of celebratory songs. 

Wild flowers dotted the landscape. 

And I met a southbounder who was thrilled when I mentioned my name. 

As it turns out, I spent a few weeks hiking in the vicinity of his girlfriend, Lyra, and she had spoken kindly of me.

The road followed the Klamath River, and then guided me past the properties of several locals. 

On each property there was a hand made "no monument" sign, that I later learned was in protest of a proposed national monument in the area. 

I also saw repeated references to "State of Jefferson."

I later learned that for many years, locals have made efforts to form a 51st state, comprising of land in Northern California and Southern Oregon. 

I saw more evidence of this in town, and wasn't quite sure what to make of it. 

The people I met were kind and of good humor, and instead of hiking out into to the hot afternoon sun, I spent several hours hanging out with them at the picnic tables near the cafe and general store.

I hiked out into the setting sun and completed the rest of the road walk before dark.

Despite the signs that seemed to shun outside influence, I felt warmly received by the kind folks of Seiad Valley. 

<3 Will