Somewhere or other in the past year or so, Mabel heard about the giant redwoods. And she developed a great enthusiasm for the idea of seeing these huge trees--trees big enough to drive a car though!--for herself. So this summer, when we left Portland, instead of hopping on a plane, we spent three days driving home down through the redwood forests. And it was just as magical as we'd all hoped. We stayed in motels, and ate in greasy diners, visited Glass Beach (one of my favorite spots on earth) in Forth Bragg, and saw lots and lots of trees so huge our minds could almost not take them in. We were happy as clams.
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