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The white veins in the rocks are quartzite.  There are shiny white pieces of it everywhere you look throughout the hike, the campsite, the waterfall, and mixed up with the seashells in the surf.

 

Some years we stayed here for a week and then hiked back out.  Other years we were only able to hike in for one day.  This is where I meet with my angels to discuss the next year and what they want from me.  Many times there was no money to pay for the trip, but I went anyway.  Somehow, someway, the money always seemed to show itself after I had that cosmic business meeting.  I may live in another state, but this is my spiritual home.

 

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Skye

Year after year, we have the entire beach as far as the eye can see in both directions all to ourselves.  Seals play, whales blow, birds dive for food as the surf crashes over a beach free of litter, traffic, and outside worries.

Our Favorite Beach

Navigating the creek before they built the bridge!

This meadow is the home of many beautiful birds and in August you will often see the elk hanging out here.  However, that’s their mating season and you really want to avoid them at all cost then.  One year we camped in late August and awoke to a herd in our camp.  We all had to sit extremely quiet inside our tent until they left because the rangers had warned us that the males are very dangerous during mating season.  Eventually, they wandered off.

The Trail to Our Favorite Beach

As we come down the ridge, there is a moment when we can see the ocean through the trees.  Just around the corner and down the trail is the campsite that is like a second home to all of us.  We have never gotten good photos of the waterfall that is tucked up inside the hill there, but the meadow is always beautiful and the hawks are there to great us every year.

The above photo is of a set of stairs in the hillside heading down to a bridge with a creek running below.  The foliage and trees are so lush at this point in the trail, that we have never been able to get a good photo because of all of the shadows.

 

Lavender irises grow wild along the trail in late June.  There are lots of tiny frogs and big banana slugs to watch out for too!

 

The trail takes us straight up and over a coastal mountain ridge.  Heading in isn’t too bad, but it’s all uphill on the way back out.

The Trail to Our Favorite Campsite

Whether we are driving through the twisting roads that wrap around these trees or hiking through the forest trails, I always get the sense that the ancient spirits of the Native Americans are still living amongst the trees.  One gets an eerie but whimsical feeling as if small dark-eyed Yukon children are laughing and playing a bit of peek-a-boo while following us through the trails.  Faintly on the breeze, I always hear the sound of ancient drums.  Surely, this must be where the angels play.

 

Below are a couple of pictures of me and my oldest son standing inside a tree while pregnant with my youngest son.  It was the last year that we actually camped in our favorite campsite.  Since then, we have stayed at some wonderful cabins and simply taken day hikes in and out of our favorite locations.  When my youngest is old enough and strong enough to hike in a week’s worth of rations, then we will start camping again.  In the mean time, I’m really enjoying the hot bubble baths and soft beds each night!

There are plenty of these tunnels, drive-thru trees, and such if you are in the mood to take the tourist route.

These trees are huge!  Below is a picture of a house carved from a single standing tree trunk.  Even the ferns at the base of these trees stand tall!

In 1996 we began our annual trek to the Redwood National Forest as part of our family vacation.  The specific trail, campsite, and beach that we have fallen in love with are pictured here.  This is where I hope to be when I breathe my last breath.  I can think of nowhere else, that I would rather be.  It’s a place that will forever hold precious memories of family, spirituality, personal strength, laughter, peace, healing, and my annual meeting with the angels to discuss what my next year’s assignment shall be.  This is where I come when I need to replenish my soul with enough to keep me going for another year.  Some day, I hope to create a non-profit organization to help save the redwoods.

 

Our first stop is always to visit a tree that we have named “Grandmother Redwood.”  She was once huge and must have towered quite tall, but now she is charred and hollowed out as the result of a forest fire.  The above photo shows the view from inside of her looking straight up and out.  I have always had a tiny piece of this tree in my medicine bags.  For me this tree signifies a strong woman who’s heart was ripped out, but she not only survived, but thrives.  New life still grows from her.

Our Annual Healing in the Redwoods

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