A few days ago we went on a short hike along the Francis Schrader Trail, where there are still old growth Cedars and Douglas Firs.
Looking up at these natural giants reminded me of how fragile, yet how powerful human beings are.
Currently, wildfires are ripping through forest land. This old tree was burned in a fire over 100 years ago, and yet it survived and is still growing. We can't say the same for those that were clear-cut harvested in the past. We have seen many old growth stumps on our hikes in preserved areas.
It will be a couple hundred years before any of the smaller trees around them will tower like they do. But given a chance, they will.
These two giant dead cedars may stand for many years before a storm brings them down if humans don't fell them first. We learned that when the trees die it can take several hundred years for them to fall and fully decay.
These two were killed by a non-native fungal disease that is being spread by bark beetles.
This was another interesting sight. Part way up the trunk of this living Cedar tree was a charred, blown out place. We could not see the back of the tree, but it probably went all the way around.
The only explanation we could think of was that perhaps the tree was struck by lightning that it traveled down the trunk before exploding out at this point.
The tree is surrounded by other giants, and perhaps they are holding it up while the living part of the tree continues to grow. If anyone else has any ideas on this, we welcome them to comment.
It was another beautiful walk!
On our way back to Port Orford we stopped at an overlook for "Sisters Rocks".
A few days later we returned to hike down to the rocks below.
You could not see this part of the southern shoreline from above at the overlook, but we could from the path.
As I enjoyed the sea air while sitting on a nice rock part way down the path, Craig went further down and then climbed up to look into the hidden sea cave. Look for the blue of his jeans.
I was glad Craig had his phone with him, so he was able to share what he saw with me. I had our larger camera up top.
I feel like we are hiding out, or just passing time, as we sit in this sleepy little Oregon coastal town, Port Orford. This, our sixth summer of full time travel sure didn't turn out as we had planned. But then there is the old expression "RV plans are written in Jello".
I feel very fortunate to be able to do what we are doing. We feel safe, and I am trying very hard to focus on the smaller good things in my life rather than the big picture.
It is all I can do.