On the first morning the ladies and I were in Guerneville, CA a group of us went for a walk at Armstrong Redwoods State Natural Preserve. Well, I’m calling it a walk. Some of my fellow walkers wanted to call it a hike. It was a little over two miles with some gain in elevation. Reasonable gain. More of a ramble than a hike. I may get stoned if any of them read this. And I’m not talking about pot.
I love being outside. I love the trees and the green and the flowers and the wildlife. I love it even when it involves a handful of noisy women saying things like, “This is a moderate trail like we’re moderate drinkers.”
The trail wound up through…not redwoods. I don’t think. Or maybe just not big redwoods. We shared the trail with a bunch of trail runners. There was some sort of event going on. I’m not quite sure what to think of trail runners. Gutsy. Yes. Crazy. Yes. If I ran on a trail it wouldn’t be pretty. Ass over teakettle, bloody face, broken bones…that’s what I imagine my trail run experience would be like. I’ll stick with hiking. Or, in this instance, a nice morning walk.
As we dropped back down to the park-proper we began to see majestic redwoods, as you can see above. That’s one big tree right there.
Did you know that, in many cases, if a redwood is struck by lightening and catches fire it burns from the inside? You can see that in the above picture. Is that an accurate fact? I have no idea. I heard it somewhere. Maybe from one of the ladies I was with. But, this is the same group from which the following statements came: “The more wine I taste the smarter I sound,” “I’m only not drunk because I’m probably an alcoholic,” and “It’s always the chicks I notice…but not in a weird way.” So, take the factoids about the redwoods with a grain of salt.
But, honestly, it was a great weekend. I was initially apprehensive. I was friends with two of the women on the trip, I knew who three others were and did not know the remainder. I’m not a super-social girl. I like hanging at The Homestead with the husband. We’re a happily hermit-esque couple. So, the weekend was a stretch. A stretch that I’m happy that I made.
By the end of the weekend I had made some new friends, had seen some new territory and consumed some great wine. And I laughed. A lot. Oh, and a new friend concluded that she has a girl crush on me. And I think I have a girl crush on her, too.
Yes, that’s a crooked redwood. Isn’t it cool?
By this shot our redwood walk was drawing to a close. We were talking about important things…like what should be included in a good picnic (Cheetos, according to me). There was talk about kids, there was talk about us without kids. And, I realized, at that point, that it’s good to get away with the ladies once-in-a-while. The husband is my best friend in the world. But, chicks…we just get each other. Looking forward to the next trip, ladies!