Redwood National Park is in the very northwest corner of California, home to the tallest trees on the planet. And for me, it was a highlight of what turned out to be an almost seven-week Scamp.
I saw a lot of beautiful places, but the redwoods were extra special. Maybe it was the fog, or the winding paths, or the stillness, but the place felt like some sort of mystical sanctuary. A place, like with those ancient Sequoias to the south, overflowing with wisdom and solace.
I’m not kidding – I was teary almost the entire time I was there, it was that powerful.
I hiked a trail called Damnation Creek, because with a name like that, who wouldn’t?
And then it was just fog-shrouded redwoods, like a prayer.
I’m home now – whew! – and will finish processing the rest of the photos from all the parks in the next couple weeks and sharing them here. It was an amazing Scamp, and I know I’m biased but the American West is truly one of the most beautiful places anywhere. I’m grateful to have seen so much of it this time.
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