Photo taken on the Avenue of the Giants in the Redwood National Park and Humboldt Redwoods State Park. (No, mom, I didn't stand in the middle of the road to take this, I promise! It's a through-the-windshield shot that turned out pretty good.)
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
(First in a ??-part series about visiting Redwood National Park in northern California.)
The first thing you need to know about Redwood National Park is that it's not really just one park, per se. It covers 133,000 acres and includes several California State Parks. What's even more amazing is that the redwoods used to take up more than 2 million acres of the California coast. Today, less than 5 percent of those trees remain. What's left will take your breath away.
To get to the first part of the redwoods that we decided to explore, we traveled on the ranger-recommended Howland Hill Road and into the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park east of Crescent City. It's an unpaved, narrow road that leads into the forest, and it was foggy as we entered -- which only added to the enchantment.
|Entering Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park via Howland Hill Road|
|The combination of fog + sunlight was magical.|
|I was in awe. Photos cannot capture the size and magnificence of these giants.|
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Photo taken in the Lady Bird Johnson Grove Trail in Redwood National Park. A Lady Bird Johnson quote would probably be more fitting, but I loved this one from John Muir.
"The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness."
: John Muir
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
|Tiny City: View of San Francisco from the prop plane.|
For all the things I have to "put up" with as a deaf person, I've learned to take full advantage of the perks when they are available -- and not feel guilty about it. Take my departure from Chicago O'Hare on United Airlines to San Francisco. Instead of being "on alert," watching people, and trying to figure out when I was supposed to board the plane, I went up to the gate agent and asked if she could let me know when I could board. Instead, she told me I could pre-board, and I was the first person to set foot on the plane.
Not fair, you say? Try this on for size: Go to the airport with your ear buds in and music turned on full blast and see how well you can function. You'll miss gate change announcements; try to board at the wrong time and sometimes be asked to wait and board with the right group (it's happened!); walk through TSA and not be able to tell whether or not you set off the alarms (and try not to make TOO much eye contact at the same time); stand in the bookstore with a backpack on, blocking an entire aisle and be engrossed in a dust cover while a ticked-off person stands behind you repeatedly asking you to please move -- and when you finally feel their presence, you feel like a complete loser. Once you get on the plane, keep them on. You'll miss the announcements about flight delays, when you can turn your electronics back on, and notifications of upcoming turbulence (that's an especially fun one to miss out on). I could keep going, but you get the idea.
|Rainy skies at O'Hare|
What made it funny (ok, not funny for anyone else) was that there was a crying, screaming toddler in the seat behind me. I probably would not have noticed it if Cute Guy in the seat next to me hadn't pointed it out with his uncomfortable body language and pointed looks over his shoulder. Or if several other passengers hadn't turned their heads to look in my direction, making me wonder what was going on behind me. I probably didn't help Cute Guy's displeasure much by telling him I couldn't hear a thing (I'd switched my implant off by this time, since the airport din had overwhelmed me). For once, it was nice to be oblivious.
When we landed in San Francisco I had a negative amount of minutes to grab my bag and run to my connection. Eleven gates away seems like an eternity, especially when you have to pee. Somehow, I made it -- and in the end, I could have just walked because the flight was delayed. It was pretty neat to fly on a prop plane!
|Prop plane that was my transportation from SFO to Crescent City, California|
|St. George Reef Lighthouse|
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Spending a week in the redwood forests of northern California & I stumbled upon this quote. It was chiseled into a fireplace mantel situated in the Women's Grove in the Avenue of the Giants. (Blog posts with photos and stories coming next week, when I'm back on my laptop!)
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.
:Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle