We go to Philo
That little dot of yellow is me among the redwoods in Little Hendy Grove. Every October for the past four years, and hopefully for many more years to come, Scott and I pack up the camper van and head to Hendy Woods for three nights of soaking up forests and farms. We roll in late on Thursday night, and wake up in an embrace of big trees. We start each morning with coffee and reading, then go for a hike. Our portable home. The campground itself has small redwoods, tan oaks, Douglas firs, and madrones. We hike through thickets of huckleberry and redwood trees, the edges of the forests a full of ferns, madrones, and bay laurels in the wetter parts, manzanitas and tan oaks in the drier parts. We pass the hermit's huts and imagine Petrov living in the elements , but hopefully experiencing some peace. Wild grape vines Little Hendy Grove In Big Hendy Grove. The big oak tree in the meadow. Bracken, wild grapes, willows, poison oak, and bay laurels along the edge of the forest. In the afte
