Driving is Tiring

We are now beginning the long haul out east. We are in Portland Oregon and have decided to skip Vancouver, Jasper and the rest of Western Canada on account of exhaustion. I never thought I'd want to sleep so much while in such cool and faraway places. But alas while in the Majesty of the redwood forest I yearned for the comfort of my own bed and an ice cream cone from Four Seas. So we have decided to head back, stopping at Glacier and Yellowstone on the way. Western Canada will have to be another trip another time. Despite my current wave of exhaustion and the trip shortening I am quite happy to say I've found a new favorite place for driving, Howling Hill Road in the northern part of the redwood forest. It is simply an amazing place to be. My favorite thing about the redwoods was how good it smelt walking through the groves of the giants and how I felt so dwarfed by the massive trees. Photos will follow but there is nothing so good as seeing it for oneself and I recommend to anyone reading this who may get such a chance to do so.