Seeking the Big Cedar

On up into the Olympic Peninsula we drove. It is so beautiful there. Forests and mountains and rivers and mossy trees. You can imagine a Sasquatch walking in these forests. I really would not want to spend the night in them! The landscape reminded me a lot of Alaska.

We kept seeing signs for Big Cedar. Now we have seen the Sequoias and I don’t think any tree could be as big as they are, but, hey, there was a big cedar waiting to be seen so we decided to see it. Finally we saw the road off to the Big Cedar and we parked and walked about a half mile back into the forest. We met a couple coming from the opposite direction and asked them if it was a Big Cedar? “Pretty big tree,” one of them said, but I thought I saw a smirk on their faces. so we continued on the path until its end and this is what we found.

Yes, a big, DEAD, Cedar! At one time it ruled these forests, but not anymore. We laughed and went back to the car. Well, it was a good walk, anyway.

So on we drove when, “What?!? Another sign for a Big Cedar. Could there be two or did we just get fooled? So, of course, we followed the road back to this Big Cedar. Five miles. We drove and drove. I wanted to turn around and go back, but David was determined to see the Big Cedar. We passed one car coming from the opposite direction and I wondered if it was the same couple and if they were laughing at us for driving to see the Big Cedar. Then we came to the end of the road. There was an old wooden path and a bridge to the Big Cedar. This is what we saw.

Another almost dead tree standing there in the forest with two crazy people looking at it. Did I hear laughing somewhere? Well, it was a good drive and a good time to stretch our legs.

At one time this tree was magnificent, but it’s seen better days. I had bought a post card to send to one of my grandchildren that had a really big cedar with a man standing by it. I think it might have been this tree in the fifties.

So, on we drove. With glimpses of the Pacific.

Isn’t it beautiful? We do have a grand and glorious country.

David almost took a tumble at one of our stops when he stepped on some loose rocks at the edge of a cliff. I was thinking I would appear on the ID channel as a wife who pushed her husband off a cliff to get her inheritance. It really did scare me, though, because we had no cellphone reception and cars were few and far between. I pictured me trying to get down the cliff and get David back up all by myself. I really wish he would not get so near cliffs.