We were going to go to new York since I love it so much...we had a crazy idea about trying to make it to Iceland...we talked about Maine...Nashville...Austin...Sedona.
We finally decided that we would check off the redwood trees from our bucket-list. We headed out Thursday night and stayed in Bakersfield to get a head start and avoid morning traffic through LA. Friday we drove and drove and drove some more. We got rear-ended by a gracious eighty-year-old gentleman as we endured Bay Area traffic. We finally made it to the hotel just before dark. As we waited for our dinner reservations in the hotel dining room we walked down to the creek for Sean to show off his rock skipping skills. We had a cheese plate, a steak, pasta carbonara and a turtle cheesecake...it was one of the best meals we've ever had.
In the morning we packed up, hopped in the car and headed towards Redwoods State Park. It was almost empty and an indescribable dream come true. Getting out of the car into the crisp morning air to see the first towering tree that caught my eye was one of the best moments I have ever had...
We wandered through...not even getting to the touristy stuff, rather we just pulled over a few times to explore...or stand right in the middle of the road.
As we turned around to start to drive out of the park, I caught a glimpse of a sign out of the corner of my eye exclaiming..."That said Griffin!". It was in a spot that was a little tricky to get to, but what are the chances?
We have been lucky enough to travel to some places we have dreamed off...but this might have been the very best.
