Gigantic conifers with more tourist attractions than Disney World. Brown bears that amble down the road in front of my clearly audible, crappy rental car. Snail colonies. Lost rocks. Big Rivers. The Immense Pacific Ocean. Onomatopoetic waves. Sprawling, scrawling succulent communities. Banananut slug climbers. Rainforest hike/slides. Grey granular sand. Ampersand-shaped petrified wood. Wholly evil petrified wood. Dismantled skeleton petrified wood. Bullfrogs behind the beach campfire. And of course... buddies to hang in the rain with.
Rachel, Rachel and Luke decided about as last minute as possible that weather should never impede on a trip. The plan began as a shifty "Meet ya' in NorCal around Sunday night." Well, give three Alaksans a '70 VW van, shoddy directions and a negligible map of Portland, OR and they will easily double their travel time. They will also own the most Zach Morris, pre-historic of cellular technology.
But give a road warrior another night and morning alone and she'll easily meet a bear, see a few slugs, visit a hidden beach, hike for four hours in the Redwoods, drive under a tree and finally run across Marvin (said '70 VW bus above) in a Diner parking lot in Klamath California.
It was my first time meeting Rachel's friends Luke and Rachel. One of the first things Luke said out loud near me was something like "I think it is impossible to get bored." I wanted to walk up to his face and exclaim "Finally! Someone who thinks straight!" Here's a photo-slideshow of how Springtime weather in a Rain Forest doesn't have to ruin anyone's fun
1 comment:
i want to be there. Meh.
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