among the trees

Ahoy,

Although it was raining pitchforks just about everyday we were in the Bay this past winter break, the one day we selected to conquer the great outdoors the thunder gods must have parted the clouds for us. It seemed like everyone and their mom, whom they could never convince to do anything outdoorsy, was amidst the dewy woods of John Muir. After hiking along a sketchy roadside path (translation: in car traffic), we finally arrived to the not so cheery demeanor of the admission stand person. All too eager was I to break the rules and toted beneath my arm our trusty baguette to feed us on our arduous hike along paved woodland trails. This is indeed glamping at it's finest.  

 But, I jest. More than willing to peel away from the hordes of screaming children and slow as banana slug walkers, we sought a road less traveled. It proved to be worthy of Indiana Jones. There were steep slopes into sunlit clearings, mammoth redwoods over moss covered trunks.

It didn't rain the whole day, and there were only small patches of mud. I didn't even fall in a puddle. Maybe a little bit. We saw lots of mushrooms, but no forest squirrels or banana slugs. I was on lookout the whole time, but no such luck. 

woodsily trunked,

jt