Seeing today’s sparse scattering of a few homes and farm buildings, Table Bluff’s two cemeteries — one Catholic, one “Other” — might seem like overkill. But the Table Bluff community was once a going concern, a lively stage and wagon stop atop the ridge for which it’s named. Raluaka, its Wiyot name, is a gnarly […]
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No Spectators at Outer Roominations
Outer Roominations, Humboldt’s first outdoor, time- and site-sensitive art festival, took place on a Memorial Day that started out cool and shadowless. By midmorning, Table Bluff remained overcast in shades of gray and green, foliage draped in dewdrops. On a hillside meadow, people who’d made the drive wandered in pairs and small groups. Apart from […]
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North Coast Night Lights: Eel River Delta From Table Bluff
If you have ever driven to the South Jetty of Humboldt Bay, then along the bluffs just before the road descends to the ocean level, you will have passed by Table Bluff County Park. The park is graced with trails, a broad field, trees, benches and, of course, great views over the Pacific Ocean and […]
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Respect, Please
Beginning tomorrow, the Wiyot Tribe will hold its first World Renewal Ceremony in 154 years. And the tribe is asking for the public’s respect: “While it is customary not to turn away anyone who wishes to participate with an open heart, free of anger toward anyone, we ask that the community respect the sacredness of […]
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Catching Air
On a blustery, gray Sunday afternoon, a cluster of trucks parked at the Table Bluff overlook. Undaunted by the chilly wind (in fact, cheered by it), several people hoisted awkwardly sized backpacks to the end of the bluff. From these packs, they unfurled yards of ripstop material and strands of Kevlar. They adjusted their gear […]
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The Light on the Bluff
The young man stands at the edge of Table Bluff, gazing west into one of the greatest of romances: Rumpled ocean kissing moody sky, wind-embraced, fog-enswirled, sun–glinted. His head, too, is aswirl, with passionate thought. Beside him is a giant cross. Behind, beyond the path he has just wandered, are decrepit white-washed buildings, a […]