Quotes: “Hope I don’t get sand in my vagina.” Rene
"If it does it turns into a pearl.” Lisa
Chuck: “I wish I could dress up like Frankenstein and jump out from behind bushes and scare people. Wes always says Dracula would be scarier though.”
“No way – a grotesque monster will always be scarier. Although if you really want to be scary you should dress up as a Dr. holding a clipboard saying, “I’m sorry, the tests are positive.”
Chuck: “ No, even worse, your girlfriend shows up with box from Ikea saying, “Honey can you put this together?”
Fauna: Seals, Bald Eagles, Cormorants, (I’m not good enough anymore to differentiate between the species so I’ll just say Double Crested with an asterisks.)
Cassin’s Auks (Again a guess, but there was a huge rock off the coast covered with thousands of this bird. Almost coloring the thing black. They had black heads and backs with white bellies and looked vaguely penguin-like when they were on the rock. I’m going with it until someone has a better idea)
We started off the day in Crescent City. During my morning wait for Lisa walk I got lost in a marsh trying to find my way to the beach, but it was beautiful. Now it’s my job in the band to be the cruise director, a job I happily take on. We were right on the edge of several parks claiming Redwood trees but I couldn’t figure out which was best with the limited time we had. So I did what every seasoned travel does, I went into a Taco Bell and asked. Dude said about two hours south was the Avenue of the Giants; that was where the former tallest tree in the world was, before it fell down in ’91. (damn grunge) So we set out and within minutes we were driving past some of the most stunning coastline I’ve ever seen, huge house-sized boulders with waves crashing (remember the band Live? I knew a guy who did sound for them; they treated the crew like shit. Overwrought songwriting is one thing but that is unacceptable.) over them. So we stopped at a place where we could go onto the beach. The sand was almost black and much finer than east coast sand. There was driftwood everywhere. On three sides we were surrounded by lush forest with the pines all sculpted and flowing in shapes carved by the wind. I apologize if I sound like I’m in the band Over the Rhine, but if I had been alone I probably would’ve cried. It was overwhelming, beautiful, peaceful, a place out of time. I walked through rocky tide pools and found a starfish and an anemone. I climbed out onto a series of huge rocks until I was surrounded by water and watched all the birds going about their various bird lives. (you know, creating wealth, regretting lost loves, camping out to send their chicks to good pre-schools, shit like that) The whole time we were the only ones on the beach.
Next stop was the Avenue of the Giants- a 25 mile road through the heart of where the tallest trees can be found. After the last paragraph I’ll keep it brief. Of course they stagger the imagination. I’ve seen Redwoods before and had the same reaction. It feels like what we hope a church will feel like. Stillness, with a ceiling so high you can’t see it but feel its shelter nonetheless. An eternal dusk that makes talking superfluous. I found a trio of trees that by happenstance had two fallen branches between them in an X shape. I laid down on them like a hammock and just stared up.