Our next base of operations was going to be a little town on the
northern California coast which I’d first visited during my first American
adventure nearly two decades ago…
But first we had to get there, and that involved leaving Sonoma, after
calling in at the now fabled (to our
minds at least) “Sonoma Cheese Factory” to buy our lunch, as well as a few
other bits and pieces…
Still, armed with cheese, lemonade, wine and bread enough to make up
a half decent picnic, we left Sonoma, both brooding upon the fact that this
might actually turn out to be for the very last time.
Still, such thoughts were swiftly dispelled as “Min” guided us
almost faultlessly towards Armstrong Woods, the “Must See” place that had been
recommended by the ladies in the Tourist Information Office the previous day
and, given that we weren’t planning upon heading all that much farther
northwards on this trip, and given that, for the first time, we’d ruled out the
long haul over to Yosemite Park, this was probably the only chance that we’d
get to see any Redwoods this time around.
I don’t know whether it’s the utter peacefulness, of the strange
muted light, or just the trees themselves, but (and you may very well disagree with me) I think that there’s something utterly
magical about being in the woodlands…
After making our short visit to the Redwoods, and scoffing our
picnic in the car park, we headed off back towards the twisty-turny roads of
the coast, and were so bowled over by the beauty of it all, that we simply had
to pull over at a spectacular little place called Jenner just to drink in the
sheer beauty of it all.
Lovely sunset. How was the cheese?
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