Fort Bragg is a small town.  Once upon a time it made it's living primarily from cutting down old-growth redwoods.  But, they cut all those trees down.  (There is still one old tree, and they point it out proudly from the train:  "This is the oldest tree remaining in this forest!")  Georgia Pacific still operates a lumber mill here fed, they say, by "managed forest". 

Fort Bragg is one of those cool places you always dream of finding - small, remote and uncrowded.  It's too far away from a major freeway to attract the casual sightseer, and the people here are often second and third or fourth generation.  The sign at the local restaurant offers "Discounts for our Elders".