More photos from Redwood National Park, and probably the last I'll be posting before I move on to the coast of Oregon. I may occasionally post more as "Photos of the Day," though, so you're not necessarily done with them yet.
Something that surprised me about the trees is they aren't red. The wood inside is, but the bark looks like any other fir tree, though many of them have twisted bark. Woodpeckers have made homes in many of them, but the reason they've survived so long is they are bug-resistant. Too bad for the woodpeckers.
FYI: the bottom photo is a "banana slug," a species native to the West coast. My husband was fascinated by them – judging by the sheer number of pictures he took – and this is probably one of his, but the only one not by me in this post. Just wanted to assure you of that. Keeping behind the camera is my way of assuring I'm not photographed myself. I learned that several vacations ago. I just have to dodge the video recorder, which is a lot of work.
As I said in yesterday's post, the majesty of these trees is indescribable. You have to see them, and I highly recommend you make this one of the places you see before you die.
If you come after my demise, make sure to stop by my tree and say hello. I'll have the family try to mark it somehow. Maybe some spray painted arrows would be effective. Or, that may be overkill. Well, that can be their challenge, after I've gone through all the work of dying. I wouldn't want to make things too easy for them.