short postcard this morn. we’re off to northernmost part of redwood national park!
met a national parks worker at the gas pump the other day and he directed us to another dirt road ride that winds along a ridge directly above a black sand beach. holy f*** nuts. i don’t have time to say more and that’s already a lot if you know me (!). the road was so narrow (1 lane) i only took this pic (above) in a parking area…road led to mouth of klamath.
the world is glorious! and i am living in it!
a tiny bit of longfellow found by dottie last night:
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it…
List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest;
there’s more to say, but no time to tell it all. i picked up this beautiful banana slug. the end.