Our town was forged by land and sea, through sheer grit and determination, by explorers, lumberjacks, and fishermen. Today, we’re a community of doers, builders, artists, and adventurers who use our hands to live. We negotiate the elements, we steer our vessels and cast our lines, we crack the shells of our dinner, we create, we get things done.
Here, everything feels larger than life: the towering redwoods of Russian Gulch State Park, the craggy bluffs of Glass Beach, the bustle of Noyo Harbor, the winding path of the Coastal Trail. There’s a mythic quality to this place, a sense of mystery that suggests forgotten tales and old legends waiting to be discovered and retold.