I have had one item on my bucket list. Well, maybe two, but the second is on hold, possibly permanently.
The second item on my bucket list is a trip to Israel. I would like to see where Jesus lived, walk the roads, smell the air. But I have lupus, and such a trip--jet lag and all--would be very ambitious even were it not for the volatile political situations in the world.
The other item on my bucket list was to see the Redwood Forests on the west coast of our own country. Last week, I did.
We flew to San Francisco. Here is proof of it:
We were in San Francisco for a few days while Shawn worked at a trade show. When the show finished, we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge and away to the north. Whew! I like the country better than the city.
We drove north into Mendocino County, and came to a town called Ukiah. There we turned left, and drove 13 miles on a treacherously high and twisty road called Orr Springs.
Eventually, Orr Springs Road descended on the far side of a high range, and (although this is what we came for) quite surprisingly we found ourselves nestled in a grove of giant redwood trees.
We did not have the hang of photographing them, although we quickly learned why so many pictures of them look like this:
And like this:
And sometimes like this:
There is practically no way to take a picture that does not show the trees to be wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. They are that big. Taller than I'd ever imagined. Literally breathtaking, as in: I can't breathe and my chest hurts from the immensity of them.
We learned that it helps to take pictures with familiar objects in them, for perspective:
So that was our first encounter, and it was beyond my wildest dreams. I wondered where we could possibly go from there. But wait. There's more.
The next day, we drove through a tree.
We visited a tree house, which was very much reminiscent of a hobbit house:
And then we drove up the Avenue of the Giants. This is what it looks like:
You drive through grove after grove of giant redwoods, their trunks reaching up directly from the side of the road, which is wide enough for two lanes, but sometimes just barely.
Avenue of the Giants winds through Humboldt Woods State Park, where we stopped and did a few hikes, and took lots of pictures.
There were many beautiful, blooming wildflowers, too, and so much more, so much I could not contain my heart.
I will continue this post soon . . .