Any guesses where I’ve been?
This was supposed to be a year without a vacation. Suffice it to say, life has taken some twists and turns, some pleasant, and some challenging.
On the bright side, some of these challenges resulted in a trip to Redwood National and State Parks in northern California.
I had all sorts of pithy writing topics jotted down to blog about after our return. Unfortunately, the effort of not destroying my children after spending over twenty-four hours in a van with them has left my intelligence at low ebb.*
INSTEAD, I thought I’d share some of the lovely photos my husband took on our journey. Maybe they’ll provide someone with some writing inspiration as my brain re-charges.
First, we must get the quintessential Redwood cheesy tourist picture out of the way.
I wasn’t so much impressed at the girth of the tree, but that the tree was still alive. The damage that these beauties- the tallest living things on Earth- can take is astonishing.
I was also impressed that our rental made it through safely. Maybe grateful is a better word, as we weren’t planning to have to rent a vehicle. The person who decided to steal our back tires and rims the night before we were to go changed our mind. Sigh….
Back to beautiful nature.
The kids had a good time looking for Ewoks in the forest. They were unsuccessful-those little fuzzballs are stealthy!
Still, they enjoyed the flowers and tree tunnels and trails through the warm, damp forest.
And they laughed and cheered as they ran over plank bridges under hanging walls of millions of dripping green ferns.
As far as they were concerned, the only downside was that all of the beautiful nature kept us away from the playground at the old school house we stayed in. (Nope, I did NOT make that up.)
It had been converted into a rental, large enough for our family, with the bonus of a playground and gym. Peaceful evenings on the swing set, watching the local horses and the doe and two fawns who joined their grazing every night, closed each day.
I tried to ignore the fact that an abandoned school house sounded like a perfect setting for a horror story. Especially since the little history that the owners left us said that it was built on native sacred ground. And it had a moose head hanging just above our bed… Evil Dead, anybody? Sometimes an overactive imagination is a bad thing!
Thankfully the children didn’t have any similar worries- they kept asking when we could stay there again.
Our time in Redwood went too quickly- here’s hoping we can hold on to some of the peace of that wood as we ease our way back into the day-to-day grind.
And, here’s hoping you’re finding your own beautiful, peaceful places to enjoy this summer!
* I exaggerate. The kids did quite well, considering the distance. 🙂