Remembering California: Discovering the Jewel that is California’s Lost Coast

While out west, we stumbled upon a stretch of road called the King Range National Conservation Area also known as ‘The Lost Coast’. Before leaving for California, I had never even heard of it. I discovered the Lost Coast, reading a small local paper during our trip.

The Lost Coast.

That name conjured up all sorts of romantic visions of what it would be like there. My mind immediately went to Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr kissing in the surf in the movie From Here to Eternity. I imagined myself as her but on the Lost Coast. The warm rays of the golden setting sun glistening on the sand. The sound of the ocean waves. Romantic, indeed.

Alas, it is more of a hiker’s paradise apparently. Instead of a sexy romp in the sand, it is probably more often a day filled with blisters, backpacks and trail mix. Maybe your sexytime uses those props, so your mileage on this fantasy may vary.

The Horizon along California's Lost Coast

Coming south from Eureka, the 3 of us wheeled into the Victorian village of Ferndale. Ferndale is the perfect town for strolling. We walked the streets, looking in windows and trying to soak up all of Ferndale’s charms.

The Victorian Inn - Victorian Village of Ferndale California
Following route 211 west through Ferndale brought us to Mattole Road. As I made the left onto the road I had the distinct feeling of wondering if I was going the right way. The climb up the roadway became very steep at points and the road condition wasn’t anything to write home about. There was not another soul on the road. Still, we pressed on. Looking back now, I am so glad that we did. It was one of the most memorable views of my life.

As we crested over a hill, it felt like it took a moment or two for my brain to catch up with my eyes. I realized that I was looking at the horizon. The ocean touched the sky as the Earth gently curved.

View of California's Lost Coast from atop a hill.

Rocks in the water along the shore of California's Lost Coast

The roadway that runs along the shore of California's Lost Coast

No people. No Cars. It was just us, the water and the waves. Riding along next to the ocean for miles was in short, heavenly.

*This is a re-worked post. Additional images added.


Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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3 Responses

  1. OG says:

    He he he…”sexytime” sounds like a product available for sale in a Japanese vending machine.. If I had known you were feeling all romantical, I could have ridden on ahead, surely you two would have caught up )

  2. maduko says:

    Hey… you’re riding a bike like mine! That’s like the bike I ride! My bike looks just like that one…


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