It was a road trip back to where I was born, back to where my family has lived for generations. Traveling someplace like this seems like traveling back in time. "I was born there, that was your great-grandparent's store, we used to go through the garden there to get to school..."
We cut across from I-5 (the interstate that runs along the west coast) at Olympia and came down the coast from there. This is at Port Orford, one of my favorite views along the coast.
And into the Redwoods.
I don't have any pictures of the really big redwood trees...we didn't stop in the parks and it's a little too curvy of a road to get good pictures from the car. This tree is larger than the span of my arms.
Mendocino. I wonder about the places that we grow up (I didn't grow up here). How it shapes who we are? Why do we stay? Why do we leave? It is possible to call more than one place home.
I took this picture on the way back. It's along the coast of Washington. Dead trees full of moss. Ghost trees.
I'll have more pictures to share, more things that are unfolding from the treasures I've gathered over the last couple weeks. I'm brewing something up right now...