|Often foggy in the morning…|
|… it soon cleared up|
We had chosen it as our base in the far north largely due to its proximity to the even further north Redwood National Park, a place Viv and I wanted to visit. The drive there up the Pacific Coast Highway, Route 1, to Leggett where the road joined up with 101 was nothing short of spectacular, particularly the change from rugged coastline north of Fort Bragg to winding switchback roads through thick forests that Viv behind the wheel handled most adeptly. The last 30 miles in particular were very, very windy indeed!
|A furry friend|
However that wasn’t why we were there. We’d stopped at the national park office and a ranger had advised a couple of scenic drives and walks up and down the park. First was in the very far north in the part of the park called the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.
|The start of the Redwood National Forest|
Jedediah (great name incidentally) had arrived in California from his native Kentucky with the first group of overland settlers from the east fired by the notion of vast swathes of new fertile land to the far west. He was a ‘frontiersman’ – i.e. good with a rifle and able to live off the land – and liked it so much he stayed. That portion of the park is 10 miles away from Crescent City -- the farthest north town in California and one of only two towns, the other being Monterey, susceptible to tsunami’s. We’d found this out from the people we’d met in Fort Bragg who told us that the tsunami that hammered Japan a few years back also wiped out Crescent City. We drove back through that city incidentally and it really is flat as a pancake… as well as being pretty small. Most of the buildings are on the highway these days.
|Tsunami survivor in Crescent City|
Despite this threat of immediate evisceration, Viv and I spent another long period of time with these marvelous, monster trees (yes, more hugging too!) feeling quite a connection by the end (even me).