Condensing

Days run into one another, each more lovely than the last. Sushi for dinner one night, then the next night, some amazing king salmon snagged at the farmers' market fish guy's table. One of the veggie vendors snagged us by offering us a free ear of corn to taste uncooked; it was wonderful, so corn joined the menu.
We heard from the travelers; they were on the Northern California coast, had visited the Lost Coast, hiked, and slept on the beach. They said the people around there were kind of weird, and they'd heard about a lot of pot growing in the area; paranoids getting them. They were presently in the Redwoods, and enjoying the scenery. They didn't like Eureka, but did like Arcata.
It's all on that map in the LeGuin book, above the flooded City by the Bay.