Humboldt Redwoods (West Coast Van Trip – Post 6)

We weren’t able to get a campsite in any of the redwood state park locations, but we did have time to stop for some hiking as we drove from the northern California mountains out to our next destination on the coast.

This next one is John’s favorite, with tiny little me on my tiptoes, staring up at that big tree.

John kept trying to use me for scale. But all he really wanted was pictures of the trees. After awhile I started making grumpy faces, ruining his pictures, lol. (I’m not posting those.) Here’s one of my last few fake smiles before he had to resort to just taking long distance or backside shots of me.

John had no trouble posing. Aaaand…here he is folks, King of the Log!

In the desert, a sudden and unexpected peek-a-boo view of water would be a big deal. Here it was, oh, huh, there’s a pond or something over there.

Here it’s all about the trees.

It was magical.

It almost makes me understand why people used to buy bright green carpeting for their houses, back when wall-to-wall carpet was a brand new thing. Who wouldn’t want to live in a fairy glen?

When I was a kid, I wanted a real live tree growing up through the middle of my house. I’m not sure exactly how that would have worked. But I have seen houses that are about the same age as me that have atriums. Our neighbor in Placitas had one that included an indoor water feature and large plants when you first walked in her front door.

The top of that burned snag looked even more precarious in real life.

It was a wonderful place for a walk!

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