We're registered for another night in the same spot. We forgot to top off our drinking water so a trip to the grocery store is needed, first thing.
We're 4-5 mile from the coast but the weather here on the prairie is a bit warmer than usual. It was mid 80's yesterday.
Lou's working on getting well by relaxing.
About 3:30 Don walked out Miners Ridge Trail to beach (4.1 miles). Boy, these trees are tall!
Upon arrival at Davidson Road I saw an older woman standing in the road. I then see the reason. Hubby is in his big old pickup ready to cross the stream, with the wife providing directions. He then proceeded straight through, which was the deepest point to cross. Interesting method.
It reminded me of our visit a couple of years ago at this same crossing. We were driving out to Fern Canyon. There had been a lot of rain that year and some recently. When we arrived at the crossing, there were a bunch of vehicles, all SUV's parked on our side of the creek. We did a quick survey of the crossing as we approached and moved to the extreme left side of the road and drove right through. The stream in the middle of the road was wide and about 18 inches deep. Where we crossed it was about 10 feet wide and 6 inches deep. As we made it to the far side behind us it looked like a Le Mans race starting as all the city slicker SUV drivers jumped into their vehicles and proceeded across as we had. They evidently thought they had gone as far as they could until they saw our lowly little Volvo make it through.
Don then proceeded up Davidson road to Fern Canyon (1 mile).
An Elk near the beech.
About 6:20 heading back to camp on the James Irvine Trail. The James Irvine Trail is possibly the most beautiful of the redwood trails going through wonderful groves of redwoods, with ferns covering everything that's not a tree. The trail parallels several streams along it's path. Arriving back at camp about 8:10. On the right above, a water fall just off the James Irvine Trail.
Always looking for the true meaning, on the left above is a picture of burls on a redwood tree. On the right a picture of Tigger, the bottom burl. Sometimes i freighten myself.
After a quick bite, Dawn and Don went to a ranger talk on fungi and their relationship to the rest of the forest. Ranger Steve made possibly the best ranger presentation we've seen on a subject that wouldn't normally attract interest.
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