It was dark in the forest, and the treetop canopy formed a vertical tunnel through which we drove. It was so peaceful here, made even more so by the fact that we were one of the few vehicles on the road today. We passed by numerous groves that were dedicated to groups or individuals who made donations to protect these trees. Since 1918, the Save-the-Redwoods League has labored to protect this forest through the purchase of redwood groves from willing sellers. The League then deeds the land to state or federal agencies for park use.
|Avenue of the Giants|
|Marker Honoring Contributors|
|Tim Is Dwarfed by the Redwoods|
|Even the RV Is Tiny Against these Giants|
|A Marvelous Kaleidoscope|
The coast redwoods are related to the sequoias that we visited in Yosemite National Park two weeks ago. The sequoias grow in small pockets of the Sierra Nevada range and are much larger in circumference, but shorter, than the redwoods. The redwoods are the tallest trees on earth and thrive in the moist, warmer climate along the Pacific coast.
After leaving the redwood forest, we continued on our northward journey, but made a small detour to the beautiful Victorian town of Ferndale. Ferndale is a little ways off the highway, and still a bit of a secret, but it is well worth visiting. We couldn’t help comparing Ferndale to Mendocino, both of which contain fanciful collections of well-preserved Victorian architecture. Mendocino is located directly on the Pacific, while Ferndale is somewhat inland. Both have exuberant displays of flowers.
What Tim and I especially liked about Ferndale was the selection of paint colors on many of the buildings. Many houses sported a dozen or so colors, but none of the combinations were gaudy. The colors carefully brought out the architectural details of the buildings. Ferndale was quaint and charming, and it was evident that the residents are proud of their town.
|Quaint Victorian Cottages|
|Exhuberant Commercial Buildings|
|Carpenter Gothic Gingerbread Trim|
|Queen Anne Turret|