Early on we had a decision point. We had to cross a creek on foot that was probably too cold and deep to ford with the prospect of a multiple mile hike after. What we found as a solution was the old log across the creek trick. The problem was the log was wet, moss covered and angled upward more steeply as you progressed so you found yourself on the steepest, slickest spot when you were highest up and most likely to injure yourself if you fell. So of course I sent the kids first. Hey, it was only about 40-45 feet above the rocks.
Just kidding mom.
|This is the creek, this is not the fallen log. At the deepest part, the water was around 2 feet.|
|This is the fallen log. This is me going first.|
At one point we came across some other hikers. One group were littering, loud and obnoxious. That is so irritating. We always seems to take for granted that which we see all too regularly. I think these people were locals just getting out of the house. We picked up and carted out whatever we could reach. Another group seemed to be foreigners with expensive camera equipment. They were quieter and seemed much more appreciative of where they were. I like people who appreciate the natural wonders of the world.
So, I will keep with the prevailing internet wisdom and not reveal specifically where the grove is located. I will mix up my pictures a bit and not name everything. If you want to go, you will have to work at least a little for it. Then, I hope you will appreciate it.
I know I did.
|Nice day for a walk.|
|Or a climb.|
|Feeding the coin slot, Michael told me.|
|Trying for some of that perspective.|
|Enjoying the wildlife. Banana slugs are cool|
|Happy Veteran's Day.|
|Getting some of that perspective.|
Michael has become quite the amateur mycologist. He has several books on the subject and reads them repeatedly. Last night he identified and verified the safety to my satisfaction some shaggy mane mushrooms which we subsequently cooked and ate. Today he identified two more edibles, only one of which we ate. He identified lobster mushrooms (an interesting dual mushroom) and two species of chanterelle. He said there were enough look alikes out there that we shouldn't eat the chanterelles, but the lobsters were safe. I think the chanterelles were fine too, but they ended up getting crushed by the lobsters. Pretty cool.
|The Artist Conk, not edible but cool.|
|Happy with his haul.|
Back to the hike.
|These are my arty photos.|
|I call this one "Birth of a Tree."|
All of these beautiful trees were not titans as I kept telling Max. All of this awesome and we hadn't even gotten to the big ones yet.
|El Viejo del Norte|
|Look closely. Sarah and the boys are just left of center.|
|That is a titan.|
|Our fine, possibly foreign friends were kind enough.|
|As cool as these look...|
|Pictures don't do it justice.|
|The creek in question.|
|Cool fuzzy tree.|
|I was trying to get this whole tree in.|
|The angle was too crazy for me to even stitch them together.|