Briana at the Hiouchi Visitor Center set us on a path. A visitor demanded to know where to get this picture found on a postcard. Or it didn’t happen.
We traveled out. Oooooohhh. Aaaaaahhh. And had to run back.
Two hours down to Arcata. Mist like the haze you always want but can never have. Twin Peaks becomes clear.
Collect our fourth and back to Prairie Creek.
Cathedral Grove.
oh my
A friend in San Francisco said: “You go there and you realize we don’t need Cathedrals.” Or malls. Or cement. Or much of anything.
Oh my.
”The scale doesn’t make sense.” -Afsoon. Because the roots go six feet deep and hold up 300.
”Have to retune my ears” -Espii. Because the bird song and buzz song is varied and layered and ah you can still hear that car.
”It totally makes me change my scale.” -Aoshuang because. Well. We’re very very small.
