Anna Maria Locke

we made it to the big trees and Pacific


Ben and I made our pilgrimage to the redwoods. Yup, my life is one step closer to being complete. We drove drove drove through southern Oregon and into California until the road suddenly dove into the redwoods, such a sudden boundary of forest types that it literally takes your breath away. This is the forest of fairytales and dreams: deep, dark, enormous, covered in ferns and shadowed by the enormous trees. My poor little camera couldn't really take the dim lighting until we made it through the woods and across the marshy grassland estuary to the shore, where we sat on driftwood, drank peppermint tea with mini Snickers and watched the waves roll in. What a day. We ended up hiking more than ten miles without seeing anyone really. I can't wait to go back with a better camera someday!