GDB & Route 66
- Route 66: Ruins and Ghost Towns
- Road Trip! the First Part
- “I Can Only Do This Once”
- Goodbye to Mindy
- Hiking the Redwoods
- Art of the Ukiyo, the Floating World
- Highway 1 and Elephant Seals
- Route 66: The Mother Road, The Road of Dreams
- Route 66: California
- Route 66: Amboy and Roy’s Cafe
- Route 66: Arizona, part 1
- Route 66: Notes From the Mother Road
- Route 66: Arizona, Part 2
- Route 66: New Mexico
- Route 66: Remote 66
- Route 66: Texas
- Route 66: Classic Signs
In an attempt to distract myself after returning Mindy, I used the next day to go over training homework and then I took myself hiking. And I made sure to find some sequoias, because we don’t have those at home.
We used to have amazing trees in the Midwest, too. Accounts remain of nuts lying too thickly to reach through to the ground, and we have photos of trees with diameters of 12 and 15 feet. But we logged many of them before the lumbermen ever got to California. (The rest died when we imported non-native species, releasing the disastrous chestnut blight.)
Midwestern conditions allowed our trees to reach incredible size in just a couple hundred years. The redwoods are much longer lived, though, a full four digits of years, which demands another level of respect.
So I drove into the Armstrong Redwoods State Natural Preserve and asked for a good afternoon hike. I forgot two things: I’m out of shape for an 1100′ climb. Even more, I’m presently accustomed to temperatures about sixty degrees lower than what I was hiking in. And I was stupidly dressed in long sleeves, like someone who thought it was March (in Indiana), and not of a quick-drying, cooling tech material.
About six miles later, my butt was well and truly kicked. But I enjoyed some lovely views and I came out at the end of my hike in the prime redwood viewing area, which was a perfect end.
Redwoods often grow in “fairy rings,” a circle of trees shooting up together from a single parent tree. With trees of this size and age, however, it really makes you wonder about the types of fairies involved. Something rather more potent than the fairies who dance among mushroom rings, wouldn’t you think?