Farthest point-west coast, Redwoods. Took me 34 years to get here.

See me at bottom?

Perfect fit!

A herd of Roosevelt Elk-63 of them we counted as we set up chairs on the side of the road, took pictures, and watched-for hours. 

I loved Redwoods. It was all I thought it would be. This is me on the last day. Got up at sunrise and headed out to say goodbye to the trees.   

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