Arcata to Redcrest-60m

Amongst some of the menfolk, 3 in particular, there is a growing daily respect in relation to who has been able to eat the most. With the gauntlet thrown down last night (by the tallest one of the three), that the medium size french one wouldn't possibly be able to manage a 16inch pizza by himself tonight, the evening supper today amongst the redwoods promised to be most entertaining. Especially as the tall leader-ish one declared he would eat his polystyrene hat if the cheeky french one managed it.

After yesterday's soaking, to be shedding the layers again was an absolute joy.

We pottered our way around the large town of Eureka, with it's american style victorian buildings and bohemian shops.

Steve, in full on sweep mode.

Then the route threaded past the docks and out to farmland again, with the distant forest drawing us closer.

A wonderful coffee shop in Ferndale and I could indulge in another cinnamon swirl and my playmate made a start on a brownie that weighed about a kilo.

Then the arm warmers were off, Steve was singing and we joyfully made our way to the hills.

The Avenue of the Giants is a truly wonderous place indeed. I can see why the indians spoke of the spirits in the trees. We certainly all felt in awe of their grandeur.

Look at us here!

I hope you can get some sense of the scale. The men spoke of their wood being somewhat inferior :-)

After much marvelling (and filling our cleats with ferns), we coasted through the first five miles of the Avenue and arrived at Redcrest. 

This house under a tree is 2500 years old!

So now we are in full on holiday mode in our cabins amongst the forest. 

With a hot tub in the sun:

and later pizzas on the veranda:

After the rain there's always a rainbow :-)