The roots of a fallen redwood tree.
Alas, the opportunity for submitting a fresh post daily is not presenting itself for the simple reason that where there is a lot of wild nature, there is often not a lot of internet. More often there is none. But forget wi-fi – there isn’t even a phone data connection, which we could use to get our computers online.
On the forth day we arrived at Redwood National and State Park. Redwood trees in this park are all that is left after the merciless logging of California forests, made up of giant sequoias, at the end of the 19th and beginning of 20th centuries.
Some specimens are absurdly giant.
In the evening, a little lost, we found ourselves on the territory of an indian reservation, in a truly classic rural indian bar.