Alissa: I rode the remaining distance along Avenue of the Giants
while Glen took the Humboldt InnerCity Transit Bus to the Garberville Community Hospital, where he was told he would live to die another day. The Best Western was our home for two nights while Glen recovered from his adventure (and supported the Garberville economy by playing Cupid):
We had the best snickerdoodle cookie we’ve ever had (not made by us) and attempted to visit the Rockefeller Grove in Humboldt State Park, but were thwarted by a fallen redwood.
Glen: Boy, was I glad the voters of Garberville had just approved a bond measure last November to keep their hospital open. The folks on the bus were super nice about directing me there, and then I went through the roller coaster of suspected conditions: pneumonia, cracked rib, a “heart event,” tuberculosis, and finally ended up with the (thankfully) boring pleurisy, irritation of the lining between the lungs and the abdominal wall. A couple days of mostly rest (just the attempted visit to the grove, and then the short ride to Benbow the next day) fixed me up.
