I do not consider myself to be a nature aficionado, but I do enjoy it for a short day trip. In particular, I enjoy growing things – plants, flowers, and trees. I particularly enjoy trees – something about them just touches me. I take a lot of photos of trees in my travels. While others have their cameras focused on the advertised landmarks in the area, I am off taking photos of trees.
This afternoon we (we includes the entire clan) went to the Roaring Camp Railroad in Felton, California (in the hills above Santa Cruz). The Roaring Camp Railroad features a tour of the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park on a 19th century steam train. It was my idea to go on this outing. The idea of a leisurely steam train ride while surrounded by towering trees struck me as a delightful way to spend an hour. I was right. It was a delightful way to spend an hour.
The conductor, an absolutely charming fellow named Kent, kept the train full of folks informed and engaged throughout the trip. He provided historical information, pointed out great photograph opportunities, and kept the group in good spirits.
I took over two hundred photos (to be posted another day), but as Conductor Kent said to the folks on the train when we came to a particularly beautiful spot – this would be the time to put down your cameras and store this picture right in your soul. Yes indeed Conductor Kent – it’s all in there.
Day nine hundred and seventy-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da