From Montana to Tahoe, we’ve traveled westward then down the Pacific coast. We stopped for a bit in the northwest corner of California and spent some time with the old folks: our Redwoods. There is no way to portray their grandeur through pictures. You can’t see the top of these trees, you can’t put your arms around a fraction of their trunks, you can’t even imagine that they’re so big even when standing right below. Imagine what these coastal forests would look like if there remained even a fraction of the 96% of old growth redwoods that have been turned into coffee tables?
I did not photoshop mini Steves in these pictures.