After our stint by the sea, we drove inland a bit to the Russian River and stayed in a little cabin by a creek. It was peaceful and surprisingly green.
There was a large picture window overlooking the creek and the ducks, and we ate breakfast every morning outside under the trees.
We walked in Armstrong Redwoods State Park which was quiet, lush, and the most wilderness-y Redwood park we’ve been to. We watched musk deer grazing peacefully in amongst the trees.
I can never get tired of being in the California woods, and one day if I’m not here I’m going to miss them dreadfully. I’m trying to soak it all in now, so I’ll never forget.
