We pay $5 to see a giant redwood that cars can drive through. I feel sorry for the tree. The wood near its roots is punched out. People gawk. So do we. Ouch. The manmade oddity suffers next to God's handiwork.
I'm Nancy Fasoldt. This blog documents my journeys, most often with my husband, Al, and Jacob, our Standard Poodle. Otto is what we called our first RV. The name is now synonomous with adventure. Come along. Pretend someone left the gate open.