here’s how it happened. we took a hike to redwood gulch, right off highway 1, which ribbons through big sur. stu was fighting a cold and after a quick perusal of the area, he and bailey retired back to the car, granting me permission to “take my time”.
ha – sweeter words were never spoken! in the middle of a redwood gulch, with no other looky-loos present, ideal temperatures, sun filtering through the trees and time on my side? this, my friends, is a recipe for bliss!
and it didn’t’ take long for me to find the magical place…. i climbed up a wee bit higher than what had been advised in the hiking book and was well-rewarded for my efforts because there was a magical pool.
now i could try to describe the clarity of the water, the redwood needles floating in it and the dripping drops sending off ripples in all directions…. but i prefer showing to telling.
still breathing it in as i look back at these pics....