|Contemporary faux bois fence.|
There is nothing like standing beside a Sequoia sempervirens aka a California redwood. These trees can live for 1200-1800 years, reaching up to 379 feet (115.52 m) and they can be as wide as 26 feet (7.9 m). It is safe to say that these trees are truly breathtaking.
|Note the size of the car to the right of the tree. This tree is huge.|
Taking photographs of trees has been something I have been puzzled by for years. I like little flowers on perennials much more. Even landscapes are easier than this. Trees are really difficult to capture, especially ones this tall.
|I would hug this tree, if there were about 25 of me to encircle the behemoth.|
Due to a time crunch, I was not able to hunt as many plants as I’d wanted to, but since this was my first exploratory mission in many years I decided that any great plant matter found on this trip was a bonus since I really did not expect much. Little did I know how many amazing plants I’d find over the next few days.
|Fetid Adders Tongue (Scoliopus bigelovii).|
Not far away I found this lovely native Oxalis. On the forest floor this carpet seemed magical in a way I’d never seen before. The size of the trees made the plant appear tiny and somehow this made the whole forest feel more magical. I could hear the Eel River nearby, and I could see the leaves wiggle as if blown by some breeze I didn’t feel, and the giant trees blanketed out so many other sounds I would have expected to have heard at home in the woods.
|Redwood Sorrel, Oregon Oxalis (Oxalis oregana).|
|Walk-thru Redwood Tree.|
After the long drive through the woods, eventually I ended up near the coast and the towns of Eureka and Arcata on Humboldt Bay. Seeing this bus cracked me up because it is something you only see in certain areas of the NW and California. I may not take part in this lifestyle, but I get it. Part of me is actually curious about what kind of expedition this is here.
|Back on the Hippie Highway: It’s not about where you are or where you’re going. It’s a state of mind.
(They are probably migrating north to Oregon for the spring & summer.)
I drove through a Roosevelt elk refuge after that and I was really having fun by then. It if pretty funny to have to wait for a herd of elk to cross the road right in front of your car. They are amazing animals especially when the largest males have nice racks on their noggins.
I drove as fast as I could to get to my favorite beach, and I made it.
I sat there, taking pictures, and my thoughts went out to Japan.
When I went up the hillside, and looked out at the ocean, I said some prayers to those who’d lost their lives in the tsunami. We share the same ocean. I studied the trees’ silhouettes and could not quite put my finger on why their outlines were so beautiful. So much I’d seen that day was beautiful and I was truly heart happy.
I kept driving north that night in the dark to my campground, making it through the last large stand of redwoods in the dark. I drove through lily fields and cow pastures before reaching the Oregon border. In the dark, I watched as the border agents questioned folks heading south into California. “Do you have any fruit or plants?”