On the Road - Gasquet, CA
Meet Brad. aka "Davey Sprockett" or "Barefoot Brad."

We are in Crescent City, CA at the moment, on our way down the coast to LA. We decided to check out Redwood National Forest today. Specifically Stout Grove about 12 miles from Crescent City. After a great hike amongst a catherdral of trees, we opted to find a local eatery for some lunch. And that we did in the form of She She's Cafe off Hwy 199. While there, we met Brad.

It's hard not to notice Brad. He has a raccoon on his head. Well, a raccoon covered helmet anyway. I approached with the obvious conversation starter of "Is that a raccoon on your head?" (What else? "Hey there buddy, what's on yer mind?")
Brad was a storyteller and we were more than happy to listen. He told us how he had ridden his motorcycle through New Zealand with R.K.* on his head. And how, after nearly being killed by a motor home while crossing a single lane bridge, he wrote this poem:
R.K. Zagged-Wrong
by Davey Sprockett
R.K. Zagged-Wrong and now he's dead
and he's a constant reminder
as he sits on my head.
I can ride from morning til night
And if I don't zag wrong
I'll be alright.
*(R.K. = "Roadkill.)
It was great meeting you (and R.K.) Brad. Ride safe and zag-right buddy.

All images © William Anthony

We are in Crescent City, CA at the moment, on our way down the coast to LA. We decided to check out Redwood National Forest today. Specifically Stout Grove about 12 miles from Crescent City. After a great hike amongst a catherdral of trees, we opted to find a local eatery for some lunch. And that we did in the form of She She's Cafe off Hwy 199. While there, we met Brad.

It's hard not to notice Brad. He has a raccoon on his head. Well, a raccoon covered helmet anyway. I approached with the obvious conversation starter of "Is that a raccoon on your head?" (What else? "Hey there buddy, what's on yer mind?")
Brad was a storyteller and we were more than happy to listen. He told us how he had ridden his motorcycle through New Zealand with R.K.* on his head. And how, after nearly being killed by a motor home while crossing a single lane bridge, he wrote this poem:
R.K. Zagged-Wrong
by Davey Sprockett
R.K. Zagged-Wrong and now he's dead
and he's a constant reminder
as he sits on my head.
I can ride from morning til night
And if I don't zag wrong
I'll be alright.
*(R.K. = "Roadkill.)
It was great meeting you (and R.K.) Brad. Ride safe and zag-right buddy.

All images © William Anthony
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