I quickly learned there are a bunch of these drive-through trees, I didn't want to miss it so I went to this one. Further down the road there were more, damn tourist trap! Like any other place there are more sights and things to spend your money on but for the most part the drive is amazing. Since I am somewhat out of season in my travels there was little to no traffic, plus everywhere I went there was no lines or bickering tourists. When I got to Eureka I stopped at AAA and picked up a couple maps, Oregon, Portland and Washington. Triple A gives free maps away to its customers, the maps have camping locations on them and are pretty good (if you don't have AAA you can still get the maps from them, they're $4.95 a piece). I stopped at a Big 5 and got some slippers and some rain gear, I also stopped at an outfitters store and drooled over all the goods. I only bought a toothbrush case and soap case. It was early in the day so I decided to keep driving. I had plans to meet a buddy from California in Oregon the following day. I picked up the 299 east just north of Arcata and traveled that to the 96 North. I picked out a campground from my Moon California Camping guide book (highly recommended), the place was called Tish-Tang campground, it is right inside the Hoopa-Hoopa indian res. The campground was in need of some maintenance, there was no place to put a fee but a nice native was at the entrance and told me they would be around to collect. I had a salad for dinner and zonked out early, the next day was my last leg to Oregon to meet my buddy. The morning was foggy and drizzling, I stopped in to the "vault" after I woke up, there was no way I was going in there, spiders and dead flies everywhere so to nature I go. I have a cassette for emergencies. I waited around until after breakfast, coffee and organizing for the host but she never came, I felt bad about not paying but I couldn't wait forever. The night before I was trying to wash my dishes in the middle of the campground and the water spigot didn't work, I whipped out my leather man and fixed the faucet. Hopefully the deed was enough to cover my stay. The indian reservation was pretty interesting, it was obvious when I had driven into the territory. The only gas station in town was $4.29, a far cry from $4.84 I had paid in Willow Creek (bigfoot lives here). There were people selling dogs out of their truck and kids hanging around the street. Some people were yelling back and forth at each other, I'm not saying I was nervous but I'm not saying I wasn't. I said hello to a local and he said hello back, he had a bitchin' mohawk and was walking and eating candy with his daughter, that made me feel better.