Muir woods

One of the nice things about living in Iceland was how easy it was to take a car ride to somewhere truly beautiful. In California, the distances are a little more substantial; it takes longer to get to somewhere truly beautiful. But on the other hand, the drive always proves to be really well worth it.

Today I am going to take Palmer to Muir Woods. They are named after John Muir, an important conservationist, and are some of the last old growth forests in California. I think Palmer will like seeing the big Sequoias and Red Woods. Me and my Saab will enjoy going over the Golden Gate Bridge, I think.

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