Avenue of the Giants

Magic in the Redwoods

Have you ever slept in the Land of Fairie? That’s what it feels like whenever we stay along the Avenue of the Giants.

It is 32 miles of myth somehow enduring in the modern world.

When we drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway from the Bay Area, we were dazzled the bright sunshine playing in the blue-green waters, the whitest seafoam dashing upon the coastline, spritely poppies and other wildflowers adding pops of color, and dizzying black cliffs.

We checked into the Redcrest Resort mid-afternoon and were so tired from our travels and recent hill work we fell into a deep sleep in one of the rustic cabins.

(A note on the Redcrest Resort: The cabins are a bit of Americana, linked to our past— clean, comfortable, and cozy. It’s a place you could have stayed at in the 50s or 60s. Mind you, if you are looking for reliable WIFI and good water pressure in the shower, this is not the place for you. But good luck finding lodging worth staying at along the coastal redwoods.)