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// April 17
slides[00] = new Slide("01", "<ref>I must be in trouble.</ref> No, not really. This is on the grounds of a nice tourist shop that also sells espresso. There are other denizens in this zoo of animal art at this store near Gaberville, CA.. 10:59.", "525", "700");
slides[01] = new Slide("02", "<ref>I bet Ryan never thought he would do this.</ref> Were still at this neat little store. 11:02.");
slides[02] = new Slide("03", "This is the area of Californias great redwoods. <ref>The house is made of one log from such a tree.</ref> Sadly we would not have time to see the live giant redwoods on this trip. 11:04.");
slides[03] = new Slide("04", "<ref>Our first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean.</ref> Maybe we should have taken this as an omen. The restaurant was close at this spot. Some people were fishing below. Someone's dog was wandering around up by us (nice dog) and the skies were gray. I think we were both impressed with the view and there is beauty here. 12:03.");
slides[04] = new Slide("05", "At the same spot as above <ref>but looking out into the ocean blue (OK not so blue).</ref> It really was a nice day though. 12:06.");
slides[05] = new Slide("06", "An hour can make a lot of difference. <ref>Looking out into the Pacific with the sun shining and many clouds blown inland.</ref> 13:09.");
slides[06] = new Slide("07", "The sun had come out but there are still clouds hovering over the land. The Chart Room restaurant is really quite a nice place to grab a hearty steak sandwhich. 13:10.", "525", "700");
slides[07] = new Slide("08", "Roxanne picked us up at 13:30 and we began the nearly 2-hour drive to Mattole Beach. The drive winds through the King Range mountains and along the entirely privately own Mattole River. We had to stop at a the Petrolia Store to rent a Garcia bear can. 15:48. <span class='authorcredit'>Photo by Roxanne (as seen <a href=\"http://ftp.backpackinglight.com/galleries/LostCoast04/imagepages/image6.html\">here.</a>)</span> <ref>We are at Mattole Beach</ref> which is the northern end of the Lost Coast Trail (left-right: Ken, Ryan.)");
slides[08] = new Slide("09", "<ref>We're on the move.</ref> OK, so I'm standing still as I photograph Ryan striding confidently past the trail sign warning us about tide, sleeper waves, backwash, and the generally unsafe water conditions. 14:08.");
slides[09] = new Slide("10", "From ocean, to beach, to grassland, and King Range mountains. Of course, grasslands can grow <ref>more than grass like these California Poppies and little purple flowers.</ref> Just starting down the trail. 14:11.");
slides[10] = new Slide("11", "<ref>Another example of the wildflowers</ref> we would be treated to when we could really see them. 14:14.");
slides[11] = new Slide("12", "<ref>What a scene.</ref> The mountains really do rise rather steeply behind us as Ryan photographs something out to see - maybe it was that unmarked helicopter he spied. 14:22.");
slides[12] = new Slide("13", "<ref>Signs of progress.</ref> Our sinuous tracks heading north back towards Mattole Beach. We curved to avoid the waves and to find the firmest ground. Walking on a sandy beach is no day at the beach. 14:30.");
slides[13] = new Slide("14", "<ref>This was a neat cave.</ref> Scattered along the beach are driftwood shelters that give some protection from wind. Perhaps this cave would make a good shelter from a storm. However, it's rather near a known high-tide zone so maybe it would not. 17:06.", "525", "700");
slides[14] = new Slide("15", "<ref>My turn to stand at the cave mouth.</ref> 17:09.", 525, 700);
slides[15] = new Slide("16", "The <ref>view from the mouth of the cave</ref> was pretty impressive. My camera was fairly zoomed for this shot but I do wonder how good an emergency shelter the cave would be. I think we're near the western most point of Punta Gorda. As you can see the clouds are piling up over the King Range. 17:12.");
slides[16] = new Slide("17", "There are several <ref>private cabins - innholdings</ref> along the Lost Coast Trail. Some are rather unadorned like these while another (seen later) has a private landing strip and solar cells on the roof. About 2.6 miles in - we are in no hurry as we soak up the sights. 17:31.");
slides[17] = new Slide("18", "Sights can be found anywhere. <ref>The colorful rocks, shells, and what not</ref> popped out more in real life than they do here. The patterns that form are also fun to see. I suppose the sea and land create the curving patterns with the ebb and flow of the tides. 17:33.");
slides[18] = new Slide("19", "<ref>The ruins of Punta Gorda Lighthouse.</ref> This lonely lighthouse shown it's beacon from 1910-1951. It must have been a lonely posting. Petrolia was the nearest town and it was a hard 11 mile horseback ride away. All that remain are the lighthouse and an oil storage building. We're a few dozen feet above the beach on one of the many grassy bluffs that lead to the steep foothills beyond. 17:52.");
slides[19] = new Slide("20", "<ref>Looking north along the Lost Coast.</ref> This is the view from the top of the lighthouse tower. 17:57.");
slides[20] = new Slide("21", "<ref>I shot my partner...</ref> but he also shot me. 17:58.");
slides[21] = new Slide("22", "<ref>Looking south along the Lost Coast.</ref> Again from on top of Punta Gorda light. 17:59.", "525", "497");
slides[22] = new Slide("23", "It's dark and damp inside the lighthouse tower. It'd be an iff emergency shelter though there were some nocks you could hide in. <ref>Here comes Ryan down from the tower.</ref> 16:01.", "525", "700");
slides[23] = new Slide("24", "<ref>Looking back.</ref> It's always good to know where you have come from. 18:09.", "525", "700");
slides[24] = new Slide("25", "Many creeks and waterfalls descend to the beach. They do so in rather a hurry. <ref>Here is one of many we saw,</ref> 18:26.", "525", "700");
slides[25] = new Slide("26", "<ref>Sea Lion Rocks</ref> is aptly named. Before it came into view we could hear the animals on their perches. They sounded like a slow running large engine. Sea lions and pelicans call this place home. 18:41.");
slides[26] = new Slide("27", "Inside Sea Lion Gulch, which is at the start of a high-tide zone, the things you see change markedly. <ref>These lush purple flowers</ref> beside plenty of deep dense greenery are just one example. 18:51.");
slides[27] = new Slide("28", "<ref>More flora</ref> in Sea Lion Gulch. 18:59.");
slides[28] = new Slide("29", "The beach has narrowed after leaving Sea Lion Gulch and <ref>it has become rocky.</ref> This was our first real encounter with Lost Coast Trail beach rocks. They slow you down. We're definitely in a high-tide zone and the tide is coming in. 19:16.");
slides[29] = new Slide("30", "<ref>Remember those grassy bluffs and foothills?</ref> Yes, they really do go up very quickly. We've moved to this higher ground because the beach is now impassible. 19:45.");
slides[30] = new Slide("31", "<ref>Looking north as we stand on the bluffs.</ref> The sun has all but set and colors are fading fast. We were within a mile of Cooskie Creek, but we never would get there. 19:48.");

// April 18
slides[31] = new Slide("32", "<ref>Ryan's breakfast of champions.</ref> We backtracked to a campsite near a private cabin at an unnamed creek last night. We could've spent the entire evening trying to climb around the exceedingly steep grassy bluffs and not made it to Cooskie Creek. Since we were still in a high-tide zone and high tide was at about 11:00 there was little chance we would make it out of the zone (some 3 miles away) before we would be getting too failar with the Pacific Ocean. We slept in. The fact that it was storming outside helped us stay in too - maybe just a wee bit.");
slides[32] = new Slide("33", "<ref>The view from our campsite.</ref> THe stormy weather rolled in during the small hours of the morning. Moderately strong winds and constant rain that would, in time, soak us were the theme for the day. 14:14.");
slides[33] = new Slide("34", "<ref>Look ahead.</ref> I think it's pretty clear why this area is a high-tide zone. At this point the tide has been moving out for about 2 hours. 14:15.");
slides[34] = new Slide("35", "Sure the weather is a bit grim <ref>but there is still beauty here.</ref> Even more than just gray on gray color is present. 14:59.");

// April 19
slides[35] = new Slide("36", "It's time for us to move out. The storm has intensified (a big part of why I took so few photos) and now the constant winds are gusting at easily 40MPH with hard driving rain. <ref>But we're game.</ref> We stayed at Big Creek and this is our campsite. It's also probably where we both picked up our poison oak. 12:41.", "525", "700");

// April 20
slides[36] = new Slide("37", "The storm abated during the night. We can actually dry out a bit though it's still threatening. <ref>Here at Buck Creek Ryan is all but packed up</ref> and ready to go. 7:39");
slides[37] = new Slide("38", "<ref>Our view of the Pacific Ocean</ref> from our camp at Buck Creek. The winds have died to almost nothing and it actually isn't raining. 7:41.");
slides[38] = new Slide("39", "I know I was surprised <ref>by the number of waterfalls we passed.</ref> These waterfalls, I would call them pour-offs but they come from creeks, alway seem tall and ribbon thin. Of course with the steep foothils and cliffs of the King Range this is hardly a surprise. 8:15.", "525", "700");
slides[39] = new Slide("40", "The rain wasn't done with us. <ref>For a brief time the rain and wind returned.</ref> Fortunately it only lasted a few minutes. We definitely preferred hiking without our ponchos on. But as you can see we always seemed to be hiking in clouds. 8:50.");
slides[40] = new Slide("41", "<ref>Driftwood art and Ryan.</ref> For a fair bit of time today we would follow tracks heading north. A man and his dog were going where we had been. We never saw them and aren't really sure where they stayed the night before. 9:04.");
slides[41] = new Slide("42", "<ref>Signs of our progress.</ref> You still have to watch for sleeper waves. Our curving path is testament to that fact. 9:55.");
slides[42] = new Slide("43", "<ref>More funky drifwood.</ref> 12:00.", "525", "700");
slides[43] = new Slide("44", "<ref>The weather never lifted.</ref> Our path forward and back (as seen here) was soon obscured by clouds. In a couple hours our footprints would probably be wiped out by the tide. No trace. Just us, the weather, and now and then the cries of what I think may have been guls. 10:09.");
slides[44] = new Slide("45", "<ref>Ah. Man. What a piece of work he can be (with apologies).</ref>  How did this old winch get here? We're actually within a half hour of Black Sands beach at Shelter Cove. 10:29.");
slides[45] = new Slide("46", "<ref>Your truly. We're all but done.</ref> There is one last climb up to the parking lot and the adventure will be complete. What a trip it has been. 10:43.");
slides[46] = new Slide("47", "I wonder if the French couple <ref>thought we were a bit nuts having spent the last few days out here.</ref> They were checking out the beach since the mountains were totally trapped within the clouds.  10:48. <span class='authorcredit'>Photo by the couple.</span>");