The drive between Reno and the Mendocino Coast was far from boring; sure, there was middle of nowhere galore, but once we got closer to California, the sightseeing took on another dimension.
A real, honest-to-God Redwood Forest.
I don't know the whys and wherefores of how Utah got its Redwood Road. And besides, if there were redwoods anywhere near the current expanse of Redwood Road, they were likely all cut down sometime back.
But the redwood road we traversed - California Highway 128 - was a sight to see. Sufficiently twisty-turny to give Marilee a slight case of carsickness, I must have imagined myself a James Bond type in an Astin Martin or some such. Driving along such a road makes one feel a bit minuscule if only because the canopy is so far above.
Enjoy the ride.
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Isn't that "Road, Redwood"?
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