Road Trip Day Eight, Nine and Ten: Anderson Valley.

What is there not to enjoy about a redwood tree?

Or a clump of mushrooms? 

I've been slightly obsessed with photographing and painting

our little mushroom friends. There just are so many, so varied, so fun

to treasure hunt for. I think mushroom hunting is like thrift store haunting,

you just never know what you are going to find.

Road Trip, Day Four: Trinidad.

Wonder is the word for today and also awe...truly.

Began the day in Bandon, OR beside cranberry bogs and blueberry farms.

Drove into California on the Redwood Highway. 

I found a new religion: Redwood Trees. More pictures tomorrow.

I think I pulled the old Volvo wagon over two dozen times 

to stare in amazement at the sheer beauty of this coastline.

There were beaches to explore, rocks to be collected, 

floating bobs of redwood bark to be rescued from waves.

I arrived in Trinidad in the late afternoon. Fishing boats were floating.

Folks were walking their dogs. Surfers were cresting waves, losing the ride

and getting back up. Crabbers were preparing for a midnight harvest.

The shapes of these rocks are breathtaking, erosion is relentless,

we are all always changing...even the rocks.