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Day 131 - Redwood

First stop Stout Grove.  The early morning mist gives the towering Redwoods strength.  With loads of winter rain and juicy summer mist, foot thick bark and natural resistances to bacteria and fire, many Redwoods are 2000 years old.  Ancients deserving great respect.

The nutrients of an enormous fallen Redwood trunk give life to new trees.  This fallen trunk has become an inscription tree.

Redwood is also known for vast Pacific Ocean views.  Oceans... Argh.

The next major stop was the Fern Canyon, a shady, wet, an fun vertical-wall canyon covered with ferns.  I enjoyed hopping and skipping over the fallen trees and streams in this unique canyon.

After lots of driving through grove after grove of old-growth forests, I arrived to my final, grand destination: the road to the Tall Trees Grove, home to the tallest tree in the world.

Here is a pic of four Redwood pals, ten feet from the tallest tree.  I found out later that a taller-tallest tree has been found, somewhere else in the park, in a hidden location.  Big trees in this grove all tower 320+ feet in the air, the former tallest tree was 369 feet, the now tallest tree is 379 feet.  That's tall.

I drove east along a dirt road, through an Indian reservation, then north for hours along endlessly winding roads, eventually arriving at Lassen Volcanic Park five hours later.  

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