Don’t mind the jingle of my rock-filled pockets.
My love for old cemeteries is genetic.
I wouldn’t mind being lost in this beautiful place.
I’m pretty sure John would be psyched to have these trees named after him.
Bury me in the redwoods like Minnie Lilley.
7:30AM redwoods pit stop #1.
I’m still not sure which was more magical.
Lush mossy green fern bubble.
Banana slugs & turquoise water & black sand beaches.
A visit to Bodega Bay & Goat Rock before finding the best sleep spot ever.
Being surrounded by these trees feels like a giant hug.
Another gem on the California coast.
Crystal clear boulder playground *~
Random stops like these are why I love road trips so much.
I’ll never forget having Bumpass Hell to ourselves.
Caitlyn is outside. 