Fern Canyon, Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park
The beauty of this place envelopes you like your favorite blanket. The light glowing, warm, subtle, soft, lighting details you would miss otherwise.
My boys, at first, could only jump in place or run in circles. Their hearts so ramped up there was no forward motion, just lots of squeals and giddy sounds.
You don’t know where to look first, how to do you take in all this green wonder at once. The canyon walls are 50 feet tall and lined from head to foot with lush ferns spilling over and covering every inch of the walls. The creek is glistening with warm light, reflecting the incredible scene in its waters.
Then there are the logs, not your typical logs mind you, these are enormous in their girth and presence. Their bark slowly smoothed away from years of lying in the place they last came to rest.
We made our way through the canyon slowly.
My boys climbed, found favorite hiding places, worked together to find the path (it was often hidden), made their own zen rock towers and their shoes and clothes were more than soaked by the end of our hike.
It is an adventure just getting here. There are multiple small creeks to forge in your car. The road was so dusty when we first turned off the main highway, I thought I had just driven into a black and white image. What a trip. I can’t wait to go back, maybe without my boys so I can actually concentrate on what I am seeing. The rains are more frequent here, the season is changing, I may have to wait until next summer. Knowing me, I will just dust off my Xtra Tuffs and venture out anyway. I don’t think I can stay away from this place for too long.