There’s a slow 7.5 mile drive from the Bottchers Camp (the trailhead we left the Jeep at for our last trip) back to Highway 1. Most of it is only wide enough for a single vehicle at a time and it doesn’t look like it’s regularly maintained. Part of the road follows a creek through a redwood forest dotted with small wooden houses covered with moss and various arty structures. It’s very peaceful.
Around one bend we came across a dog trotting along in the middle of the road. When she saw us coming she turned and came over. I stopped the jeep and she came up to my window and wimpered. There weren’t any buildings around this area so I hopped out and looked at her tags. Jules and I decided we would drop her off at her owner’s place. Unfortunately we didn’t get any reception in this area so we prompted the dog to get into the jeep. She didn’t need to be asked twice.
As we drove toward the coast she would make wimpery noises every now and then but was otherwise very well behaved. When we got to the coast Jules was able to call the number on one of the dog’s tags. The owner informed us that his dog roams freely around the area and she regularly gets rides from the locals. In short, we were used!
We drove back to a spot where the owner said she would be fine and opened up the door. The hitchhiking dog happily jumped out and continued on her merry way.













