The Travelogue series recounts a seventeen-day-long cross-country road trip I took at age 21 with two college friends. We started in Charlotte, NC, and ended up two weeks and 8,000 miles later in Los Angeles, CA. The following is taken verbatim from a handwritten journal I laboriously kept on the trip. Names have been changed, but the rest is absolute, 100%, unedited truth.
Started out this morn in Arcata, CA. Slept in til 7:45. Breakfast at hotel. Left around 9:45.
Didn’t see much of the coast. Went to Avenue of the Giants, an incredible stop Uncle Justin recommended. It’s about 30 miles through the Redwoods. Just phenomenal. The first stop was a 2 mile hike that we did about 500ft of. The forest is just ridiculous. The trees are incomprehensibly large. We kept trying to take pictures but you can’t come anywhere close to capturing it. You can run along the fallen trees; they’re bigger than a runway in width. But just breathing it in, it was impossible not to be incredibly giddy. It’s so dense and just an honest to goodness forest. It wasn’t too touristy but it’s also a Monday. All in all definitely a good stop, but it took a while so we didn’t have time to then drive along the coast.
The rest of the drive was through the inland. First hit these yellow mountains covered in dry yellow grass contrasted against a blue sky and dark green trees. Looked like how I imagine parts of Africa. Then we drove through all of the irrigation farming. No rivers but bridges over river-sized irrigation ditches. Dusty roads with clouds kicked up from farm machinery. Orchards and crops. Kind of hard to watch. Continue reading “Travelogue Pt. 14”