AND THE MIDDLE CHILD COMES A'CALLIN'...

Shortly after my return from the good old days in Quincy we had a lovely visit from the globetrotting daughter recently back from deepest, darkest Africa.

Since she works on an organic farm in Idaho, we toured most of the local organic grocery stores and Farmers’ Markets so she could compare this and that and buy a small hay wagon full of eatable shrubberies.

We took her to the beach and to Shadowbrook and such, and then, in a moment of casual conversation, it came to light that seeing some honking big redwood trees was well up on her ‘to do’ list.  

Fortunately there is a State Park just up the hill from Santee Cruz and it is just crammed full of the aforementioned ‘honking big redwood trees’ and so into the car we jumped and up the hill we rolled. 

After a false start (dumb driver versus smart phone…) we found ourselves gawking, stiff necked and dumbfounded, at some really old, really tall 2 x 4’s.  A beautiful, sunny day in the woods and a good day was had by all.  

Next visit, the Santa Cruz Mystery Spot…