The Redwoods

Despite living in California for most of my life, I’d never seen any redwoods or been to one of the state parks until last summer. As we were heading back home after our stay on the Oregon Coast, we’d planned to split the drive back into two portions (because it was crazy to make a 14-18 drive in one day). For the first leg of the trip home, we were going to spend the night in Shelter Cove, but we first we’d stop at Humboldt Redwoods State Park on our way.

I’d seen these massive trees in pictures before, but it’s entirely different seeing them in person. It was both awe-inspiring and humbling. As we walked along the paths, the wind rustled through the leaves and the grass. The sound was both soothing and peaceful.

When we planned this trip, I did want to stop and see the redwoods, but I didn’t expect to enjoy the experience as much as I did. There really is something fascinating about being outdoors and exploring. That particular day, it felt like we had the park entirely to ourselves. I could have spent much more time picking my way around fallen branches and listening to the sounds of nature.