We said goodbye to the confusion of Confusion Hill. Luckily we were not confused about where to go and headed for the Avenue of the Giants.
I always enjoy driving on a road canopied with trees and tunneled by lush greenery. The only things missing were the woodland folk – the happy tree gnomes singing Crackerbox Palace.
If a giant redwood tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear the screams of pain from the poor soul it fell on, does that person exist? A question for the ages.
The queen stayed in the car and continued to knit. I did charm her away from her craft to take a picture of me standing in a big, dang tree. My powers of persuasion, while powerful and persuasive, were not the sole reason she put down her knitting to snap my picture. I’m convinced my sexy sandal/socks combo was simply too magnetic to resist. What can I say? I’m a fashionista.