We first crossed into California early yesterday morning and were once again blown away by what the west has to offer. The Redwoods are apparently the tallest trees in the world and, yes they live up to their reputation.
We parked, loaded our gear and headed into the woods for some backpacking. Serious stuff. Camping, I've realized, comes with small successes and failures. For example:
We succeeded in hiking the 4.5 mile path to the coastal campground, but failed to get there early enough to actually claim an area. But it wasn't a complete loss, as we ended up sharing a site with a father-son duo who were lovely and our new camping best friends.
Though we failed to pack our tent poles after our night in the Badlands, R succeeded in Macgyvering something resembling poles out of "camping gear" we found in the local Walmart.
The tent may have failed to stand upright, but we succeeded in getting into the tent for a few hours of sleep.
And of course, we did succeed in not being eaten by bears or mountain lions. Good stuff.
We huffed it back down the mountain trail this morning and hopped back in the car (because we can't get enough) for a drive down the 101.
As it is our theme to stay in each place/city/state for just a day or so, it makes sense that what would be an afternoon visit in the wine country north of San Francisco was, for us, a 15 minute stop-by at Summers Winery. We pulled into their sun-drenched parking lot a mere 12 minutes before they were set to close, but made it just in time to spend a pretty penny on some delicious wines.
Back in the car and after a very foggy introduction to this fabulous city, we have arrived at our destination - an A.DOR.ABLE apartment on loan to us while our friends are visiting Chicago (thank you James and Shari!).
Tonight we're off to indulge in some Pacific coast fare and then get to bed - this camping guru is pooped.
Some highlights from someone else's Redwoods backpacking vacation:
Standing beneath the very tall redwood trees
The foggy but still splendid pacific coast
~L & R
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2 comments:
Fabulous tales! Croakies and biking and winery sipping and missing tentpoles. Thanks for your postcard! See you when we see you and safe travels. I'm trapped here in hallway renovation and chicken feeding while BJ sings the Bard Festival this weekend. Housebound, the Movie.
good thing you have an awesome backpack! i love to read the blog and live vicariously through you. we are fine here, lots of spit bubbles and wet diapers. xo beth
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