They can live 2000 years and weigh 500 tons, but their cone is about as big as an olive.
The Giant Sequoia is not quite as tall and much thicker, but we won't see them this trip. They are far east of our route.
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They really are awe-inspiring.
The view from Cape Sebastian, just south of Gold Beach.
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The town in the background is Gold Beach, Oregon. The river in the foreground is the Rogue River. In 1853 they found gold on the beach at the mouth of the river and the place got a name.
Another picture of Gold Beach. Note the palm trees in the front. There were palms in Coos Bay also. The temperatures here are milder than I would have thought. They don't vary that much summer to winter. Today was 62-65 degrees, going down to 52 or so tonight. Since we are camped so close to the ocean we go to sleep to the sound of the surf, but it kind of reminds me of the winter wind blowing in a storm.
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One last shot of the Rogue River filled with boats. They are fishing for salmon, but we didn't see any catching going on.
They really are awe-inspiring.
The town in the background is Gold Beach, Oregon. The river in the foreground is the Rogue River. In 1853 they found gold on the beach at the mouth of the river and the place got a name.
One last shot of the Rogue River filled with boats. They are fishing for salmon, but we didn't see any catching going on.
Last night just before dark we heard a roar. At first I thought a plane was flying over real low, but it became evident that it was motorcycles. A lot of motorcycles. Maybe 100 0f them came in to camp on the jetty 1/4 mile down. This morning I spoke to one of the bikers about where they were from and he told me all over the world, Australia and Norway. They had been on the road for 6 days and were going to Reno Nevada next. I told him I thought that was fabulous and to have a good ride. He told me to have a good vacation and walked back to the other bikers. Their name was on the back of their jackets, and there were so many I figured they might be on line. Today I looked up Gypsy Jokers, and oh yeah they're there! An "outlaw" biker gang with members all over the world. They all took off this morning for Reno and we leave tomorrow for Willits, California.
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