While on my morning run during my first visit to Eureka, it was as if I had been here before.

The bay looked familiar.

There was the clammy humidity of the thick fog on my skin.

There was the smell of wood chips waiting to be loaded onto the freighters sitting in our bay.

There was the sound of the whistle at the end of the jetty.

The stacks of the closed pulp mill broke the horizon across the bay.

There were the familiar log trucks rumbling down the highway and the oyster farmers crossing the […]