The muir woods, just north of San Fransisco, was my first introduction to the giant coastal redwoods. In some ways, it was like starring up at the stars on a clear night. The longer you lay and gaze, the smaller and less significant you feel. The mass, height, and age of these trees is mind boggling. It is amazing to think that this living organism has been rooted right where you stand, and alive for over 2,000 years.
We spent our first night out of San Fran in the point Reyes hostel. It was a delightful surprise to find this charming little place at the end of the dead end road after a day of exploring the conifer giants.
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