I suppose that the tallest trees on earth require a lot of moisture would make the constant rain during my visit to Redwood National Park somewhat expected. The scale of the forests on the northern coast of California is unbelievable. So swollen with the fog and rain, the trees grow to absurd heights, with the tallest reaching over three hundred feet.
Cloaked in fog, the hillsides feel like mountains with their peaks made of trees instead of stone.
In the shadow of the primeval forests, Roosevelt Elk, soft with new growth antlers, graze in the soggy meadows.
They doze like boulders in the grass, rounded and weathered by the rain.
Beneath the emerald light of the soaring treetops, ferns of all sizes unfurl, carpeting the hillsides and rotting trunks of fallen giants. The only sound is the trickling of the streams and the dripping water from every leaf.
