trees are old souls

After the late camp arrival, we slept in Saturday and decided not to cook all our eggs and bacon.  We went back to the Cafe in Hiouchi to thank Dave the owner. The menu included mostly 6 egg omelets. SIX EGGS.  You 'could' request a half order.  YES, a three egg omelet, which I did.  I still ended up taking half my Spanish omelet home for second breakfasties.  Sensible Judd just ordered 2 eggs and some Polish sausage. He finished his off fine.  We did take all the rye toast we couldn't eat after eating all the hash browns.  The bread ended up under brie for our happy hour. 

We enjoyed a splendidly sunny day for driving to the coastal parts of the park, hiking the coast all by ourselves, no other hikers, to Hidden Beach for a lunch picnic and then driving back through the forest to the Stout Grove in the daylight: a different kind of magical.  We just kept pulling over, gawking and saying, "WoW!" to each other.  Here are a few of the pics we took:

That Hollow Log could engulf a car

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Clyde, the hats and "sea stacks" in the background

Turns out Redwoods aren't even the biggest--we have to get down to the Sequoias!!