After our euphoria over the thrills of Highway 36 abated, we headed north along the coast to the Redwood Forest. Since I was a kid, the Redwoods have held a fascination for me that hasn’t, until now, been satisfied. I’ve been wanting to see one of these giants in person, and by the time we passed through our first stand of them I was already planning my next trip to this storybook place.
We stopped and played at Prairie Creek Redwood State Park Just off of Highway 101. At Prairie Creek, there is often times an Elk herd grazing right next to the parking lot. There are even viewing benches for people to take pictures. We missed the herd of course, but we didn’t come there for Elk, we came there to see huge trees. On that score we were well rewarded. As we walked the path through the trees, I had to chuckle because we sounded like people at a fireworks display on the Fourth of July. We oohed and aahed and oh-my-goshed our way around each bend. Whenever there was a particularly large tree amongst the already large trees, we had to comment on it. Those poor trees have probably heard this symphony a million times over. I bet they wish for ear plugs.
Seriously though, I was not disappointed by this place I have waited so long to come to. The ride up to and through this area was like being in a storybook. There were times we were riding through forests that towered above us and made us feel like characters in the children’s book series Fern Hollow. Then just when we’d get used to being storybook characters, we’d crest a hill and there would be the Pacific Ocean stretched out before us. I kept hoping that this was real and not just a dream.
I’m already scheming how to get back there!
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