Fort Bragg, CA

Pomo Bluffs

The views below are taken from Pomo Bluffs Park, 25 acres of land on the southern bluff overlooking Noyo Bay. Harbor RV Park sits adjacent to the Bluffs and our RV backs up to the park fence.

The red circle below shows the whereabouts of our RV…

A fishing vessel enters the harbor. That’s Noyo Headlands and Beach in the background.

Noyo Headlands

The name No’Yo is a Native American Pomo word meaning “under the dust.” It originally referred to a seasonal campsite where the Pomo settled further north of Fort Bragg. When the tribe relocated here they brought the word with them. (plaque on Pomo Bluffs)

These 3 gravestones in a pioneer cemetery on the headlands are believed to contain the remains of 3 soldiers from the Fort Bragg army post.

And here’s a view of the Noyo Bridge, Noyo Beach, and Pomo Bluffs… Look closely to see the white recreational vehicles at Harbor RV Park.

Noyo Harbor

Fort Bragg had an established lumber port at Noyo Harbor by 1873. The Union Lumber Company was founded in 1891 by absorbing most of the smaller lumber mills in the area. In 1901 the Union Lumber Company incorporated the National Steamship Company to carry lumber, passengers, and supplies. Manufactured creature comforts and necessary staples such as sugar and coffee were delivered by steamship because the wagon roads were long and impassable, especially during winter.

The 1906 San Francisco earthquake caused fires that threatened the saw mills and city. Coincidentally, however, the earthquake also brought prosperity as the mills furnished lumber to help rebuild San Francisco. (en.m.wikipedia.org)

Of course commercial fishing has also played an important role as a major economic resource. Tuna, salmon, rock cod, and ling cod are abundant in the ocean waters outside of the harbor. Today sport fishing helps support the local economy. (plaque on Pomo Bluffs)

Fishing vessels leave early in the morning and return throughout the afternoon, providing fresh seafood to local markets and restaurants. The Noyo Fish Company offers fresh salmon and rock cod to go as well as the catch of the day. Princess Seafood Market and Deli offers hook and line caught seafood by an all female crew of girls gone wild.

Several restaurants and cafes offer everything from fine dining to clam chowder, to fish tacos, to fish and chips… and for the landlubber, hamburgers. (visitmendocino.com)

The Noyo Harbor Inn sits above the riverbank and features a restaurant, bar, conference room, deck, and sitting gardens.

Dolphin Isle offers RV sites, vacation rentals, and boat slips.

Sacred Woods is a garden of outdoor sculptures, Buddhas, and furniture. Two gift shop showrooms are loaded with mystical art and whimsically divine gifts from Thailand and Indonesia. (visitmendocino.com)

Glass Beach

Between 1906 to 1967 the three glass beaches were city trash dump sites. Cars, batteries, bottles, cans, and appliances were pushed over the cliffs into the ocean. This was a common practice of seaside cities throughout the world for many  centuries. Battered by wind, waves, rocks, and weather, the trash eventually broke down into smooth, colorful sea glass. (fortbragg.com)

The website cautions visitors to snap a photo, but leave the glass behind for others to discover.

So, you can imagine my disappointment when no colorful sea glass was evident ANYWHERE!

Highway 1

The California Coast

From Fort Dick and Crescent City we continue south on Highway 101 until we pick up Highway 1 in Leggett.

What are we thinking? …The curves and swerves, twists and turns, narrow and steep roads of Highway 1 in a 35-foot motorhome towing a car on a dolly? The bungee cord on the refrigerator pushes the doors of the appliance open from the weight of beverages on a shelf. Then something flies off from somewhere as we hear a noise and see an airborne disc on the camera view of our car and tow dolly. We pull over when we find some turn-off space and I walk back along Highway 1 looking for our missing object. And there it is lying in the middle of the road… the base plate of one of our leveling jacks.


But these spectacular views make it all worthwhile…


After a long, stressful day of driving, (Jeff, you have earned the nickname Mario) we reach our 2-night destination in Fort Bragg.

According to en.m.wikipedia.org, Fort Bragg was founded prior to the American Civil War as a military garrison where troops were stationed to guard the home base. It was never intended to be a military fortification for defending the territory.

But before all this, the area was home to Native Americans most of whom belonged to the Pomo tribe, prehistoric hunter gatherers who lived along the northern coast of what is now California.

In 1856 the Mendocino Indian Reservation was established along the Noyo River. A year later, Lt. Horatio G. Gibson from San Francisco established a military post on the Reservation and named it after his former commanding officer Capt. Braxton Bragg. During the Civil War, Bragg became a General in the Army of the Confederacy. In 2015 members of the California Legislative Black Caucus unsuccessfully petitioned the mayor of Fort Bragg to change its name due to its links to the Confederacy.

In October of 1864 the military post was evacuated and abandoned. The Mendocino Indian Reservation was discontinued in March of 1866. By 1869 small lumber mills were built at the mouth of every creek. The land of the Reservation was returned to the public and sold for $1.25 per acre to settlers who established ranches.


After crossing the Noyo River you can see where we will be staying. Notice the RVs in the upper left hand corner in the picture below.

Harbor RV Park in Fort Bragg

We are backed up to the Pomo Bluffs Park. See that dot of red in the center of the picture below? That’s Jeff, and to his left is our Georgetown Motorhome.

The view from our back window…

And here’s a view of Noyo Beach and the channel leading to the harbor…

The Pomo Bluffs…

Unfortunately the clouds interfere with the sunset. Instead of colorful swirls of orange, pink, and magenta, all we see is a bright white disk sinking below the horizon. We fall asleep to the lullaby of the constant foghorn announcing the approaching harbor… 💤