‘They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And they put up a parking lot’
The original habitat of the Coast Redwood was 2,000,000 acres. Now we have 118,000 acres left. I’m sure hoping that we don’t have a parking lot in the works. Fossils show that relatives of today’s Coast Redwoods thrived during the Jurassic Era 160,000,000 years ago. They’ve existed along the north coast in California for 20 million years because the ever-present coastal fog meets 1/3 of their water needs. Big trees - big thirst. The ever-present rains provide the other 2/3’s. Unfortunately as temperatures increase and the coastal fog decreases, experts fear that the Coast Redwoods will be endangered. Into the museums like the pandas in the zoos.
Well, we didn’t have a tree museum, we had a marvelous hike among some of the Titans of the Redwoods. We had hiked among these largest of the Redwoods 2 years ago and wanted to hike there again this year. Such a treat and it’s special since not everyone knows where these special trees are. But, they are well-known enough to have names.
First a canopy picture. I get a crick in my neck trying to see the tops of these trees.
Last time we took a picture of Gary with one of these, called the Screaming Titan, When we got back to the RV, we downloaded it and couldn’t believe our eyes at how massive it looked or - Gary even accused me, in jest, of photo shopping a midget picture of him along side an ordinary tree. Nope, that was what the camera saw, an ordinary human next to a massive tree. We actually didn’t think that any tree could be that big and went back the next day to confirm it. Yep, that tree was actually that big.
We had some of our day left so we circled around, took another road, an iconic road, a road with ruts that almost swallowed our car and visited the Stout Grove, a much more well-known and thus, popular grove of Redwoods with a nice path taking you around and through the grove. Perfect.
And this moss dripping from each limb.
‘Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.’
Steven Wright
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