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We arrive late in the day, and the sun is already headed towards the ocean.  This is the view from our room at the Beachcomber Motel.  Stunning.  Only sand and grass stand between us and the Pacific Ocean. 

Fort Bragg is a small town.  Once upon a time it made it's living primarily from cutting down old-growth redwoods.  But, they cut all those trees down.  (There is still one old tree, and they point it out proudly from the train:  "This is the oldest tree remaining in this forest!")  Georgia Pacific still operates a lumber mill here fed, they say, by "managed forest". 

Fort Bragg is one of those cool places you always dream of finding - small, remote and uncrowded.  It's too far away from a major freeway to attract the casual sightseer, and the people here are often second and third or fourth generation.  The sign at the local restaurant offers "Discounts for our Elders".

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