The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.
– John Steinbeck
I agree with John Steinbeck, it is impossible to do a Redwood tree justice with a camera lens, but that doesn’t keep me from trying. The photos in today’s post is from my last visit to the coast earlier this month. I have paid Redwood National Park a few visits with my daughter. The first time she was a year old, the look on her face as she first experienced the giant trees was priceless, one of those memories that I will always carry with me, deep down in my heart. In this materialistic world I find it to be the most challenging, yet outmost rewarding thing, to instill the importance of nature and experiences in my daughters heart. That the experiences you feel and devour with with your heart, are more valuable than any toy or electronic device that can be bought, (and soon replaced with something new.) These experiences stays with us, and actually gain value as we grow older, and share them with other loved ones.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
– Denis Waitley
I hope you enjoyed the walk in my favorite forest. Have a wonderful weekend!
The Virginia Range is just East of Reno, and if you grew up watching Bonanza you’ve seen it “with your own eyes.” 50% of all the wild mustangs that lives on our continent lives in Nevada.
The mustangs that roams the hills of the Virginia Range are among the easiest to see, if you would like to see a wild horse. The city of Reno, Carson City, and the surrounding suburban areas are constantly growing, for the wild horses that means that the hills that they’ve been roaming are somewhat taken from them. The water sources are scarce in the desert, and they are forced to use the water sources that are available, even if they now are in populated areas. The debate of the right to the land is not a simple one. It’s sad to see horses get killed by traffic while they are trying to get a ”snack” from someones lawn. The desert is mostly sage brush, very lean grass, and rocks, when the horses see all the green lawns in the neighborhoods it’s challenging to resist them. I’ve also seen people feed them treats from their cars on many occasions. It is illegal to feed wild horses. I’m sure people mean well, simply not understanding the damage they cause by doing it, (causing horses to colic, founder, and get killed in traffic.)
These horses are not on BLM land, and therefor not protected in the same way as mustangs on BLM land. The Virginia Range Horses are classified as stray/feral livestock, when they cause nuisance (gets into neighborhood, highways etc) they get rounded up, and loose their freedom. They are sometimes sold at auctions. When any horse is sold at an auction it’s a really bad thing, they are often bought by kill-buyers, that transport the horses under cruel circumstances, to a cruel end in Mexico. If you do want to know the fate of these horses, look it up on Youtube, (don’t do it if you want to sleep at night.) Those videos are very graphic.
All these horrible facts aside, the Virginia Range Horses are beautiful. I enjoy watching them through my telephoto lens higher up in the foothills, away from the the cities. Up there the horses are wild. (Near the cities these horses occasionally walk right up to people, since they are used to be given treats.) The Virginia Range Mustangs are on the shorter side, usually around 13-14hh. They are believed to be the mixed offspring off early pioneer’s horses, with a touch of Shetland pony (sometimes used for working the mines.) I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know a few of them, that lost their freedom, and been sold at auctions. The ones that I’ve met had all the potential in the world to go in any direction as a riding horse; brave, surefooted, lots of endurance, and extremely loyal to their person. Wild horses that lost their freedom are used to being dependent on their herd (their family) for safety, they bond very closely to one person, that becomes their herd. If you gain the trust of a mustang you have a faithful partner that will do anything for you. My humble experience is that if you dedicate enough time to a mustang, the bond gets stronger than with most domesticated horses. In the wild their life depends on being close to their family, not only physically, but also mentally. They are masters of body language. Using body language as much as possible is recommended in any, and all interaction with a wild horse.
Mustangs are extremely intelligent, and I often feel that they’ve read my thoughts before I even was aware of them myself. I hope you enjoyed this visit to the Virginia Range. These horses taught me so much, and will always own a part of my heart.
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I celebrated my birthday last week, by going on a road trip to Humboldt County. The trip was a birthday gift, and I can’t think of a more precious gift for an adventurer/avid hiker/photographer (me..lol) than time together on a road trip, to one of the worlds most amazing places, with nothing more on the agenda than to enjoy and have fun. It was a magical weekend; with lots of laughter, an abundance of good food/local wines, and of course hiking at the Lost Coast.
I would go as far as saying that it was my happiest birthday so far. Which makes me very excited about the year to come!
We experienced all kinds of spectacular weather; foggy mornings, rain, sun, cloudy skies, clear skies, winds, waves, low tide, and high tide. My friend and I literally used every minute of daylight that there was, by getting up and going outside long before the sun was up, both Saturday and Sunday.
Some cheeky waves, brought the tide in faster than we imagined they would. We actually made a rookie mistake and got trapped by some growing tide pools the first morning. Nothing scary, but we had to wade through them. It was more of an adventure. We were close to land. (I don’t take it lightly, I have a lot of respect for the ocean.)
The tide pools grew fast on the first part, of our first hike. I took this photo (above) after safely wading through them, getting up on a sand dune. My hiking boots stayed dry 🙂
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
– James Gates Percival
On Sunday, our last day, the tide was low. The beach transformed into a different world, full of beautiful drift wood and seashells. I picked the three most beautiful seashells to bring home to my daughter. She was thrilled. My heart is bursting with gratitude that I once more got to experience this beautiful part of our State.
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.
– Roman Payne
I took hundreds of photos, and I’ll share more later. I still have plenty of photos to edit from the road trip in the beginning of last week (gorgeous wild horses in Nevada, and a beautiful day in Lake Tahoe.) Life is good here in northern California. I hope your week is everything you wish for so far.