Eight years was once a very long time. When I was a kid, just one year seemed like an eternity. Primarily it seemed the longest when I was waiting for my next birthday to roll around. And believe me, I was waiting for the next year’s presents the day after the party. These days a year doesn’t take nearly enough time, and I get older and balder (if that’s possible) at an alarming rate. It must be really bad when we hit our 60′s and 70′s. You get up, pee a couple hundred times, make breakfast, read the paper, and boom. It’s ten years later. It’s no wonder we remember less the older we get. Time goes by so fast, it’s like it never happened.
So back to the eight years. That’s how long I have been married to my beautiful wife as of September 26th. And yes, eight years have went by very quickly. When I look back though, a lot has changed. We could have never imagined who we would be, and where we would be eight years from our wedding day. I know I am blessed to be able to say I love my wife more as time flies by us, and she is my best friend to this day.
To celebrate nearly a decade of life together, we decided to load up and drive to the Redwoods of Northern California. We took our tent and bikes, and left baby dog and poo dog at home. This was going to be an annivesary we would remember for a long time, or at least what seems like a long time to me now….
I was excited to see the big trees, and also because we planned to visit Chubby’s new home in Medford on our way. I am happy to inform you Chubby, Wife, and Cookie are all doing well. We ended up spending the night at their house before continuing on our drive to the coast.
We had our first sighting of the ocean when we rolled into Crescent City, California. It was a beautiful day, and we ate our lunch on the beach while watching the waves crash into the rocks. Lunch consisted of chicken salad, chips and salsa, cheese, and water. Our food for the whole trip was in a cooler in the back of the car, and we didn’t yet know how we would miss the chicken salad once it was gone and had been replaced with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for every meal. Ignorance is bliss.
After we finished eating, Kim discovered there were lots of small, interesting looking rocks in the gravel lining the beach. She gathered them up like they were of immense value and shoved them in her jeans pockets. I even got all caught up in the whole thing, and we left the beach a few pounds heavier than when we arrived. I think we both felt a few years younger too.
We continued on for a short while, and then we saw them. Gret big uns. It is a weird feeling looking up at trees that are hundreds of feet tall, and bigger around than a car. I sorta felt like we had been shrunk, and suddenly the world was a much bigger place. My neck is still sore from my two mountain bike crashes, and this trip didn’t help it any. We stumbled around tripping over the smallest objects in the trail because we couldn’t take our eyes off the giants that surrounded us. It was cool.
As we stumbled around, getting a nice sunburn on the roof of our mouths, we met a couple from Canada who were traveling up the coast. We chatted with them for a while and looked at big trees together. They had no plans for a place to stay that night so we told them about the campground we planned on going to. They decided to stay there too. They ended up paying for our camp site, and we fed them some chicken salad. Life was good.
Did I mention the campground was on the beach? And that it was stinkin’ amazing?
We went on a short hike before dark to a place close by called fern canyon. It was a small canyon, and there were lots of ferns.
Then it was back to our happy little tent. It looked so warm and cozy. It was actually damp and cold. We worked our way into our sleeping bags still wearing jeans and long sleeved shirts. We ended the day with a good laugh after Kim exclaimed loudly, “Oh crap, I’m losing my rocks!” She turned on the flashlight to reveal a pile of assorted stones from her pockets in her sleeping bag.
I proceeded to lay awake most of the night, which is perfectly normal for me when tent camping. I didn’t care though, I was in a beautiful place and I knew the next day was going to be a good one.
Breakfast was oatmeal and fruit. We had found blackberry bushes along the road and picked a few handfuls the day before, and they made the whole operation a lot more enjoyable. We shared some with our new friends, and then they headed out to continue up the coast toward home.
We looked at more big trees, and ate the last of our chicken salad. As we drove around on the dirt roads we saw quite a few elk. They were in the early stages of rut, and I heard them bugling on the ridge above our tent early in the morning. They took quite a lot of our time throughout the day, and if I would have had my bow with me I could have poached a nice one right there in broad daylight.
We saw a young bull later in the evening marking up his territory and acting like he feared no other elk on earth. When a larger bull mosied over and made a lunge at him the truth came out. He was a chicken with big horns and lots of hair.
We camped on the beach again. I didn’t sleep much again. The following day we packed up our gear and headed north to a trail along the highway someone had told Kim about. We unloaded our bikes and saw some of the best views of the trip. We arrived at the perfect time when the fog was rolling in and sunlight was streaming in. The sun’s rays looked like bars of light and it seemed like you could reach out and break a piece off to take home with you. It didn’t work that way.
Most of the trails in the Redwoods don’t allow bikes. This trail did, and it was good to be back on the Airborne Goblin.
All in all, we had a great trip. We made some new friends, saw some big trees, and found lots of cool little rocks. (The rocks were for some earrings Kim wants to make, I just like to poke fun at her) We ate lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and wore the same clothes for four days. We even stopped at Crater Lake on the way home which is worth a whole nuther blog post. But the best part was, I was with my best friend the whole time. And when we are old and wearing diapers, we will remember our eight year anniversary like it was yesterday. Most photos courtesy of Kimberly Sink