Back home, the land flattens out hundreds of miles before the sand appears. Sorry Easterners, but I'll take the mountainous Pacific Coast shoreline any day. South of the Klamath River we jump on Redwood Scenic Byway. It offers a better view of the majestic redwood forests. These giants must be seen to be appreciated.
Redwood trunks as wide as a farmer's silo are common.
We felt like Luke, riding our motorcycles through the forest. Not the animals, the people. With the tree huggers fighting the loggers, this place is a social experiment gone wrong. Filling up the GTS at a local gas stop, every man in the station is either bald or has hair down to his shoulders. I didn't dare take off my helmet.