I spent most of today amongst the redwoods of Northern California. After a drive delayed by construction, we arrived at Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. The morning was quiet and the crowds hadn’t invaded the forest yet.
With empty trails, I walked into the woods. Redwoods, each taller than the one before, were still. Standing at attention as the sun rose higher in the sky.
From there, we made our way to Redwoods National Park. By then, the sun was high above us. The road was curvy, barely wide enough for one car. How it accommodated two way traffic is unthinkable, but it somehow works.
Along the 2.1 mile round trip hike to the grove of giants, the trail weaves around a fallen redwood covered in moss and the roots of another tree. If I had to pick a favorite part of the hike, that would be it. The plant life living off of the tree was a world in itself.
Deep in the grove, words simply cannot do these trees justice, so here is another photograph.
After we exhausted ourselves walking alongside the rooted giants, we drove north toward Oregon. Tomorrow is Crater Lake. It’s supposed to be 22 degrees, but there isn’t any snow in the forecast. Hoping it stays that way.
Becky Tyler Art and Photography 
I spent most of today amongst the redwoods of Northern California. After a drive delayed by construction, we arrived at Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. The morning was quiet and the crowds hadn’t invaded the forest yet.
With empty trails, I walked into the woods. Redwoods, each taller than the one before, were still. Standing at attention as the sun rose higher in the sky.
From there, we made our way to Redwoods National Park. By then, the sun was high above us. The road was curvy, barely wide enough for one car. How it accommodated two way traffic is unthinkable, but it somehow works.
Along the 2.1 mile round trip hike to the grove of giants, the trail weaves around a fallen redwood covered in moss and the roots of another tree. If I had to pick a favorite part of the hike, that would be it. The plant life living off of the tree was a world in itself.
Deep in the grove, words simply cannot do these trees justice, so here is another photograph.
After we exhausted ourselves walking alongside the rooted giants, we drove north toward Oregon. Tomorrow is Crater Lake. It’s supposed to be 22 degrees, but there isn’t any snow in the forecast. Hoping it stays that way.
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