
So we made our way north, passing a heard of elk near the Stone Lagoon, and stopped by the Redwoods National & State Parks visitor center to get ourselves oriented. We took the Newton B. Drury Scenic Parkway where the Sequoias were so large and dense that they filtered the sunlight. We were making our way towards the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park Campground. Unfortunately, their website, which we consulted before we left, incorrectly indicated that campsites would be on a first come-first served basis. We thought that getting there in the early afternoon there would be no problem, but there was, and there were no campsites for our rig. So we ended up finding a spot at the nearby County Park along the Smith River. A nice enough spot, but there were no hiking trails in the Redwoods nearby.So, in the morning, we backtracked about 30 miles back to that scenic parkway, found a trailhead and took a three-hour hike in those giant, beautiful trees. It was so worth the backtrack. Walking amongst those towering trees, some of which had become the foundation and nourishment for a multitude of other forest plants such as red and black huckleberries, new sequoias, ferns and mosses. It was like a sanctuary, a spiritual experience, really. You could also see evidence on some of the more massive trees, evidence of fires long past.
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| Tsuki on the Trail |
Advice from a Redwood: Stand tall and proud, be content with your natural beauty, sink your roots into the earth, drink plenty of water, and enjoy the view.

We made our way back into Oregon, driving up Hwy 101, and stopping at the Sea Lion Caves. There was a lovely view of the Florence Dunes to the south.

We went ahead and paid to go into the cave, but were given a rain check to come back for free because the sea lions had already left for the season. Still, it was pretty cool taking the elevator down and enjoying the view of the cave, and the "window" that looked out at Haceta head Lighthouse.
I hadn't been there since I was 13, when my Dad, and step-mom took me and my sister there on our way back from a camper trip to California. I was feeling a bit nostalgic, as my dad's birthday was the next day. He would have been 76.
We continued our drive up the coast, hoping to stay at the state park near Bandon, but it, too, was full, so we ended up at a county campground in Charleston, near Coos Bay. Ok, whatever.
We slowly made our way up the coast headed for Lincoln City, where we parked the RV in the lot for RV's at the Chinnook Winds Casino Resort. We had dinner and did a little gambling, enough to get a pass to park there for the night.
We had a lovely walk on the beach. We woke up early the next morning and headed home. The weather for the entire trip was lovely.
Another RV trip for the books. Looks like George is planning a festival tour for next spring...



















