We break with the regularly scheduled snowy campus programming to continue my rambling retrospective of California.
The day after we watched twilight rush in over this great land and out into the sea to chase the sun forever westward, we woke, brewed coffee, cleaned up the campsite and planned an ambitious day of hiking. The first trail brought us through spectacular redwood groves, up and then back down a slight ridgeline and past the beautiful Trillium Falls.
It was midsummer and the falls were calm, which allowed us to walk from stone to stone and make a few images of the undergrowth that clung to the slimy rocks. The trillium weren't in bloom but it didn't matter, this was a green and very lush place where we slaked our thirst for nature before we found the trail which led us back down the fire road and out of the grove.
A quick lunch and we threw ourselves once more onto the trail in search of adventure. We followed the road to where it wound through the forest to the beach, parked, and walked back inland to the aptly named Fern Canyon.
The sun was hot that day, but inside the canyon the air was cool and refreshing. The walls were positively carpeted with ferns and clover and all sorts of undergrowth that thrived on the seepage that ran down the walls at all times of year. The onshore breezes bring the cold, damp breath of the Pacific inland. The sequoia trap the fog in their needles and pass the water downward.
The canyon was carpeted with riverstones polished smooth by the winter flows. Fungi grew where fallen boughs had collected from the more tumultuous storms. The sun was low and I made a few exposures of the light streaming in from above Fern Canyon and we walked back out to find the beach and its herd of elk waiting to greet us ...