A dying mill / fishing town situated along the Northern California coast between San Francisco and Eureka. The peeps there are mostly loggers, fishermen, growers, or welfare recipients. The average summertime temperature is 65 degrees and cloudy. Locals refer to anyone not from there as tourists or flatlanders. The women are hot and the men will hand you your ass if you mess with them.
The weed is dank, bro! And our hometown brewery serves up scrimmy-licious Skrimshaw beer, Old #38 Stout, Brother Thelonius Abby Style Ale, Blue Star, and a whole lot more. The local fishermen's haul includes Snapper, Sole, Dungeonous Crab, Albacore, Black Cod, and King Salmon.Home of the California Western Railroad Skunk TrainThe World's Largest Salmon BBQ, the Whale Festival,
the Paul Bunyan Day's parade and Logging Show. They also have an Albert Quinonez.
Also a term used to describe a person who dives for abalone in bad weather, alone, or with a bad heart condition.
Guy #1 - "Man, sheck out that apple-bottom hottie! She is fine!"
Guy #2 - "F#@k yes! Where is she from anyway?"
Guy #1 - "Somebody said Fort Bragg."
"Did you hear about that Asian dude who drowned last week off Fort Bragg? He was diving in twenty foot seas without a fishing license and Mother Nature totally Fort Bragg'd his ass!"