Fort Bragg, California is one of the strangest “feeling” places I’ve visited. Truthfully, that statement could apply to most of the towns along the Northern California coast, and I guess I’ll just apologize in advance should anyone from the region happen upon this and get their feelings hurt.
We were here on a Sunday morning and amused ourselves by eavesdropping on the parking enforcement officer as she patrolled the nearly deserted streets looking for victims… er, violators. She would stop every once in a while to gossip with a local and it was clear she didn’t not appreciate out-of-towners thinking they had the right to just park on the street…
