But life is short, and while I wanted to rest, I couldn’t justify sleeping away the day. Tucker, however, could nap while I (slowly) got ready for the day’s adventures.
I chose a hike with as little elevation gain as possible while still getting my redwood fix since my legs were recovering from the day before.
Evidently not just my legs, but my eyes, were still tired, because I started on the wrong trail. I didn’t mind much, and in fact, by the time we reached the connector trail at the top and came down, I was happy that I hadn't followed the planned route. Our walk wasn’t as expected, but I think it was even better as we ended up in the deepest redwood grove on the way back down where I could truly enjoy it.
The Monday time slot was perfect. I was relieved to see only half a dozen cars in the parking lot an hour before boarding.
Tucker was well-rested and ready for adventure.
While the spiral trestle hasn't been rebuilt yet, there are plenty others, made to wind around the trees so no tree loses its life to the railroad.
It was only West Cliff Drive, not a beach or even a trail. But Tucker showed his joy in the big smile that only comes out when we are near the ocean.