Armstrong State Redwood Preserve
All night long we heard, drop-drop-plop-droppity-drop on the roof of Riverfern. When fog moves in from the ocean, across the surrounding hills, it condenses on the tall trees, so all night long drop-drop-plop-droppity-drop as though there were raining outside.
The weather was quite cool, the skies overcast & gray, some misty rain in the air as we entered the Armstrong State Redwood Preserve. There was no ranger at the gatehouse, so we took an envelope as instructed by the sign, filled in the information, slid $8 into the pocket & dropped it in the slot after removing our “ticket” to display on the dashboard.
I had seen Redwoods before in passing, never up close & personal & I have been trying to figure out how I could explain to someone who has never seen one, just how massive, just how tall, just how…oh my goodness! they are. Words fail.
When you stand at the base of a tree that reaches 200, 300, almost 400 feet high…
When DH can stand in the hollow of a tree damaged by fire in the 1920’s (DH is 6 feet 2 inches tall)
When the silence is deafening as the dense undergrowth of fern & baby Redwoods soak up all the sound…
I am so glad someone had the vision & wisdom to protect this area for future generations to enjoy.
My grandfather spoke of trees along the Mississippi River that were too big to use a crosscut saw to cut them down when he was a very young man helping build the levee in the 1920’s. Virgin timber of oak, poplar, hickory. These trees are of the same size he described. One tree would make enough board-feet to build an entire cabin or two or three!
This is a photo of an old photo displayed in a museum on the Blue Ridge Parkway, but I wanted you to see what I meant about too big for a crosscut saw. Those saws were up to 7.5 feet long!
If you have considered visiting the Golden State, please be sure to visit north of San Francisco to see the Redwoods.
Want to know the difference between a Redwood & a Sequoia? Click this!