The mouth of the Klamath River is several miles off 101, and much further down the road than I thought, so I barely made it here before the sunset. I drove as far as I could down the road, and all of a sudden I was on a huge parking lot full of hundreds of campers, along the edge of the water full of fishermen, with hundreds of birds circling overhead. It took me a minute to realize I was at a Native American fishing encampment. It smelled like lots dinner being grilled, and a little bit like fireworks, but the overwhelming scent was fresh fish. And at this point a beautiful orange sunset silhouetted all the fishing boats in the bay. A very peaceful spot to watch the setting sun!
