Redwood National Park

We drove to Crescent City, California, today, reaching our 13th state.  Crescent City is a beach town at the northernmost tip of California.  It has a crescent shaped harbor.  In 1964 the town was hit by a tsunami, which killed 11 people and destroyed the Front Street and beach area.  After walking around that area and reading the history, we drove to Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.  The state parks were the first to protect the redwoods.  When Redwood National Park was formed in 1968, it encircled and included the state parks.  Siri directed us into the park on Howland Hill Road, a gravel
road that cuts across the park.  We were caught off guard by what we saw.


The entire world was covered in dust. It looked apocalyptic with the tall trees and the grey color.
That road was narrow, unfit for RVs or trucks.  The speed limit was 15. We wound our way through giant trees and ferns. Even though it was strange and a tight fit when we met another car, we liked being there. We felt as if we were getting a backstage view.

Finally, we came to a Boy Scout Trail with a parking place.  We got out and walked into the green.


As we walked away from the road, silence descended.


Quiet cool.


The ferns flow downhill and between trees.


The bark can be 10 inches deep, which protects the tree and allows it to live so long.
Many of these trees are 2000 years old and 300 feet tall.


Like being in church.


Trying to figure out how big this trunk is.


Our home for tonight is an Airstream trailer in the redwoods.
A familiar cozy, a bit smaller than our boat.