On our trip up the California & Oregon coastline last month, we drove through the redwoods. I can't remember ever seeing them before. Although my father told me we saw the trees when I was younger. Must have been the aborted trip to San Francisco when all four of us children misbehaved so badly that our parents threatened to return home early if we didn't shape up. I didn't believe them (neither did Dan, Beth, or Susan) --but Mom and Dad kept their word! So I must have been sulking on our way through the big trees... Note to younger self: sulking never helps.
A gorgeous sight. Glad I got another chance!
