Continued from here
We started back from the beach and was about to enter the highway. We stopped at the Stop sign and it had a Navigation board nearby which said Muirwoods to left and San Francisco to right. He took a left turn instead of right. I was shocked. I asked him if he is crazy. He was on full josh and said, “No, we are not going back without visiting the Woods. I am feeling good now.” Things were pretty good for a while and the feeling was back. I started shouting at him for making the wrong choice, even after feeling uncomfortable. He shouted back at me that everything went wrong because I made him eat breakfast. Again, we went through the same cycle and pulled over whenever he was unwell. At one point, he almost lost control of the steering and reached the edge of the road. Another inch to the right, we would have fallen to the dark and deep woods. We were just 1.2 miles away from the destination and I yelled him to stop right there. We parked behind a row of cars and he rested his head on the steering. He was okay in a few minutes. There was a small stream on the right side. I suggested him to get down and breathe some fresh air. We got out and saw cars coming from the opposite side and parking behind us. So we understood parking is full at the destination and decided to start walking leaving the car there.
Muir woods National Monument is a remnant of ancient coast redwood forests that blanketed many nothern California coastal valleys before the 1800s. Local business man William Kent and his wife Elizabeth Thacher Kent bought land here in 1905 to protect one of the last uncut stands of redwoods. How thoughtful! To ensure its permanent protection, they donated the land to federal government in 1908.
Once inside, it was a different world. The guy who almost collapsed on the steering 10 minutes back was leading me through the trail. A very calm, peaceful, tranquil environment. Serene is the word!
There is nothing as pollution. Its hard to believe that such a place exist a few miles away from the huzzle buzzle of San Francisco.
There are six miles of paved, mostly level trails on the floor of this 560-acre park. There are also a large number of other trails to choose from along unpaved, more natural trails.
In California, there are two different species of redwood trees. The coast redwood is what we find in Muir Woods. The other species of redwood is the giant sequoia. This type grows larger in bulk but is less tall than the coast redwood. The coast redwoods are the tallest living things.
Most of these trees range in age of 800-1000 years old and some may be upwards of 1500 years in age. The redwoods reach for all the sun they can get, and the forest floor tends to be cool and damp. Shade-loving undergrowth thrives under a redwood canopy.
The Bohemian and Cathedral groves contain the biggest trees in Muir Woods – one 252 feet tall and one 14 feet wide! When you stand beneath the immense power of these trees and look up you can’t help but be awed by the amazing offerings of nature.
Redwood Creek originates high on the slopes of Mt. tamalpais and nearly bisects the park.
It was a day well spent. It was worth all the trouble we took. We drove back to San Francisco for the lunch. It was almost 4 by then. The boy was starving. We stopped at an Indian restaruant for lunch. It had the perfect ambience for an anniversary lunch.
After a quick lunch, we walked through the busy roads of SFO..
The Oakland San Franciso Bay Bridge
We sat in one of these chairs and enjoyed the beauty of the bridge and the DownTown.
It was one of our best trips. A bittersweet day!