Botanical Highlights from Northern California

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I will need a vacation when I return home from this vacation. As I write this it is raining outside here in the Bay Area and back home it is sunny and warm. When I return, I am guessing that I will have nothing but a lot of work to do. (How gardens can grow!)
Rather than go on and on about the trip so far, I’ve instead chosen some highlights and I will fill in all the botanical garden and plant information in the coming days. I also want to add that having my AHS membership card has been wonderful because it has made viewing all of the gardens much easier and a whole lot less expensive. I think next time though I will have to get a card for my husband too. Now that he has seen more of the botanical gardens down here, he’d like to go back to them sometimes when he’s traveling doing wine sales work. (AHS Reciprocal Admissions Program)
My husband enjoying one of my favorite little waysides in the redwoods.
A mosquito sculpture beside a pond at the Mendocino Coast Botanical Garden, Fort Bragg, CA.
A Fuchsia hedge in the garden of a residence in Fort Bragg, CA. I was very jealous.
Discovering Sedum along the ocean at Salt Point State Park in Sonoma County, CA.
I know this is a special plant but I will have to look up the name later. We found it in the Kruse Rhododendron Reserve. near Salt Point State Park in Sonoma Co., CA.
Fancy chickens at Annie’s Annuals. I CANNOT say enough about their nursery. We had a wonderful time and it was easy to find over in Richmond, CA.
This is a transmission repair show that I would trust in San Carlos, CA.
I cannot say enough about Prickly Pears. My other name, Ficurinia, means Prickly Pear in Sicilian dialect.  I would happily live with this lovely prickly friend in San Carlos, CA.
Bottlebrush plants are not for me but I do love their blooms, San Carlos, CA.
Really cool tree outside of the famous restaurant Chez Panisse in Berkeley, CA.
Wall of Thunbergia at a wine shop in Berkeley, CA.
View of the Golden Gate Bridge (far in the distance) as seen from the Berkeley Botanical Gardens, CA.

Today is yet another adventure, and tomorrow too, but I am afraid we have finally been slowed down by one of my really amazing and sweet old college friends. Yesterday, much food was eaten and our last meal was so decadent it is embarrassing to mention. Let’s just say that we ate Italian-style—for several hours—and each of the four courses had two to four different dishes. The meal was seriously heavenly.

Plants from the California Redwoods near the Smith River

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These are only brief shots of our drive up until this morning. A lot has happened since we left Portland and the sun is out down here in Fort Bragg, CA. Tonight we will sleep beside the ocean south of here, not far from the Kruse Rhododendron Reserve, and tomorrow we’ll be in San Francisco taking in a nursery and two gardens. I just cannot get enough of this place and its amazing botanical bounty.

Sorry for the brevity, but campgrounds in California appear unequipped with plugs unlike my yurts back home. Blogging from cafés is so distracting too.

Sedum spathulifolium var spathulifolium.
Siskiyou iris Iris bracteata.
Rhododendron macrophyllum.
The campground is inside of a stand of old trees.
I  couldn’t wait to see the river but was slowed down by all of the native plants along the path down to the river.
Aquilegia formosa.
Eschschozia californica.
Mimulus.
Pacific Ninebark Physocarpus capitatus.
This is the lock on the bear locker. You have to have small paws to open it and you must keep all of your food in this when you are not around. The garbage cans have special looks too.
The view from our campsite this morning as I had my coffee.

Yup, I Wrote a Book About Logging and Now I Want to Talk About Driving through the Coastal Redwoods of California

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There! I’ve said it and it’s out there in the open—finally. Now I can continue on with my native plants but I had to let that out to explain why I love trees so much, and logging. My drive from the vineyard to Brookings, Oregon had me thinking a lot about trees and of my family history.
I may be an Italian-American, a descendant of New Amsterdam, and of early Southern tobacco growing colonists, but my Mama’s people, several of them were loggers out here in the West beginning with Hastin Butcher. After he’d worked as an Indian Agent in Oklahoma, the American Civil War vet moved to California to find his fortune in the Big Timber. His daughter married several loggers, and her son Bill became one too, and he was my grandfather. My grandmother remarried, and my step-grandfather was a logger and a proud union man as well.
As I left Lake County to head toward Mendocino and Humboldt counties, that feeling of homecoming was upon me. As soon as I saw the trees, I relaxed. That’s always what happens and it’s when I think about the logging book the most.
When I was 18, I published a book. Really it was a collection of historic logging photographs that I essentially curated and then wrote captions for to create the narrative. My father published the book and it sold out in a few years and it is currently out-of-print. I really hate the name, but I need to complete my confession so here is a link: Ancient Forests and Western Man.
Anyone who knows me knows that I love my timber. At the first rest stop I was shocked, amazed and delighted to discover that someone is making modern faux bois fences that look really great. I wonder if it was someone who’d been retrained to work in masonry after the mill closed? That would be priceless.
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.

First off was the Fetid Adders Tongue (Scoliopus bigelovii). I wish I’d caught the plant in bloom but maybe next time I will have better luck! They are plentiful in Northern California in dark, shady, and damp areas. These were found just off Highway 101 and I plan to keep watching them over time to see what they do. So far, I am a huge fan.

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?”