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I have to say that Redwoods National Park is my favorite of the three on this trip. A giant redwood tree is truly impressive. Driving through a forest of them on a one-lane gravel road (Howland Hill Road) is awful, in the Mark Twain "fills one with awe" sense. The park is ginormous, running 80 miles north to south, and I drove up a nd back that length today. I had an opportunity to drive through a redwood (on private land in the Yurok Indian reservation) but I chickened out. If I'd had a spotter to get my car lined up I would have done it. I learned that in nature, the lower trunks of redwoods are frequently hollowed out, which is why you can cut a hole for a car in one and not kill the tree.
Two unrelated thoughts, on shipping wine and Indian casinos. It used to be, like 5 years ago, that one could take a bottle of wine to a UPS or Fedex place and say "ship this to my house." Now, you have to go to a cooperating liquer store. When did this change?
On my last drive through the redwoods, the ranger told me to "follow the signs to the casino." This would lead me to the aforementioned unpaved road. Well, I hit the casino needing food and a bathroom, so I went in to get both. The "casino," the Elk River Casino, hat the footprint and architectural charm of your average supermarket. They hat a spread of slots, five or six table games (3 for poker) and a small bar backing into a small restaraunt. On a weekday, the handful of patrons were clearly locals, and looked to be generating barely enough action to cover the light bill. I ate, rested and left.
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Two unrelated thoughts, on shipping wine and Indian casinos. It used to be, like 5 years ago, that one could take a bottle of wine to a UPS or Fedex place and say "ship this to my house." Now, you have to go to a cooperating liquer store. When did this change?
On my last drive through the redwoods, the ranger told me to "follow the signs to the casino." This would lead me to the aforementioned unpaved road. Well, I hit the casino needing food and a bathroom, so I went in to get both. The "casino," the Elk River Casino, hat the footprint and architectural charm of your average supermarket. They hat a spread of slots, five or six table games (3 for poker) and a small bar backing into a small restaraunt. On a weekday, the handful of patrons were clearly locals, and looked to be generating barely enough action to cover the light bill. I ate, rested and left.
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