After driving through the hot grassy valleys around Fairfax, we suddenly drive into a forest that is unmistakably redwoods: dark green and grey shadows everywhere, and as we twisted and turned through it small houses hidden behind giant ferns bespoke of a people who liked to live in this gloom.
Soon we arrive at Samulel P Taylor Park, named for a lumberman who found this patch of redwoods to log for the rebuilding of San Francisco after the 1906 earthquake. Now well into its second growth, the trees are not 10' in diameter, but a humbler 5'. We ascend to our campsite, up a mossy hill where silence is all that persists under the trees is silence. The logs are mossy. The ferns grow every where. A small creek trickles below our site. Ther eis only one other camper. Will says the place is creepy.
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