Trip Start Nov 10, 2009
78Trip End May 07, 2010
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sequoia forest. I might be stating the obvious here but Giant Redwoods are SO TALL. I mean really tall. Really, really, really tall. Taller than Great Uncle John who, by all accounts, was extremely tall. And they're so pretty. And they smell so nice. Sigh! If they weren't covered in spider webs I'd have happily have spent a day hugging them. And look at the photo of Per driving through that tree - doesn't it look like the picture in the ladybird book? Mary knows what I'm talking about... Too cool for school.
I can't think of a better place than California for a driving holiday; you can see everything from the road - the Pacific Ocean, golden beaches, towering redwoods, quaint little towns, farmland, orchards, vineyards, mountains. Unless, of course, you're stuck behind an RV in which case you see nothing. Have you seen the size of those things? HUGE. GINORMOUS. Its not unusual to be trailing a 45 footer towing a 4x4. We spoke to one man whose RV had three widescreen TVs, one of which attached to the outside in case you want to watch TV al fresco. I can hear Ray Mears weeping...
Once again we've been lucky-dougies with the people and places we've stumbled upon. At Ferndale we were a little creeped out by the empty Victoriana streets until we happened upon the whole town ensconced in a bar. We were given an all-American welcome and threw ourselves into the merriment, singing along with the local country band. By the end of the evening, we were wearing cowboy hats, chewing tobacco and promising never to leave. In tiny Point Arena, we popped into the dinky cinema to discover they were showing a free documentary on "corporate selfhood" which feature some of Point Arena's very own townsfolk. Every time a local appeared on screen, we joined in the enthusiastic cheers, then stayed for a serious discussion afterwards about how evil consumerism is. Unless you're buying a vegan kaftan, organic granola or Ugg boots in which case, apparently, it's fair enough.
Small-town America, we're discovering is funsies and the people are the most genuine we've met in the US so far. Once more we're sad we don't have more time to explore. Once again we're swearing to come back. Next stop, San Francisco. Where'd I put that flower?