Straight from Grants Pass we crossed the border of Oregon into California. Almost immediately we were greeted by Redwoods and a hiking path through a grove of the tallest trees in the U.S.
Standing in the middle of a family of Redwoods created a fictitious reality. Bright green clovers, the size of half dollars, carpet the ground and fallen tree trunks. The trees were rich in reds, browns, and greens with twisted roots and towering trunks.
The rest of the day we spent in awe as we made our way through the Northern half of the forest, conquering mammoth sized trees.
Redwood National Park is an enormous natural reserve that not just protects miles of forest but a part of the Northern California coast. Unlike the haystack rocks in Oregon, the parkland has more sandbars and bays. It was a nice change of pace to relax on the top of a cliff, watching the waves crash below.
We ended up staying a few days in the area, not just to relax by the water but to do so while visiting one of my best friends.
It was a wonderful visit that I wish happened more often but it was time to get back to work and continue into the forest of the Southern side of the park.
Driving on a scenic route, we continued to play on the Redwoods for one more day before heading towards wine country.
