Seriously? That is a real tree?

Trip Start Jul 18, 2010
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Trip End Aug 16, 2010


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Flag of United States  , Oregon
Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The giant redwoods have thrived and flourished on California’s northern coast primarily due to the damp, foggy weather. Damp, foggy and cool weather is exactly what we woke up to Tuesday morning. Riding through fog allows the cold to penetrate the skin and rattle the bones. Dressed in fleece and raingear, we headed north on 101 and through the Redwood National Park. The sun started to peek out and warm the air as we parked the bikes next to an old tree to take pictures. Photos just do NOT adequately portray the awesome enormousness of these fantastic creations of nature. As we slowly meandered through the park, Nick took some impressive pictures from his pillion throne.

All along this trip, Donna’s Dad, Frank, was giving us pointers on things we must see. One such point of interest was the “drive through tree.” This tree is located just outside the park, and required a steep, uphill, sharp right turn followed by an abrupt stop. Needless to say, we made it…but just barely! After taking the photos, Nick and I agreed that it might be better if he walked back down the hill and I picked him up at the bottom. Whew.

After our almost near death experience with the drive through tree, the fog had thickened again, and we were cold and hungry. We stopped for lunch at the Charter House Restaurant in Crescent City. As we turned off the engines, we could hear the sound of seals barking in the distance. A family of seals were sitting on a jetty not far from the restaurant. I heard Nick mumble something under his breath when I asked him to get pictures. I believe it went, “I’m cold and hungry, and she wants pictures of these stinky bastards…” or something like that.

The three of us agreed that we had had enough of the cold and decided to head inland and take a northeasterly route though Oregon. We had some lovely views and, what I would consider gentle, curves. Donna, however, did not have the same opinion regarding the curvature of the road, and was quite vocal about her disdain. Once we hit the freeway, we kept going until we were exhausted and could not ride any further. We stopped in Roseburg, OR for the night, with the intention of riding to Crater Lake in the morning.

Riding shiny side up,

M, D, and N
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