As I write this I have my feet up, the baby is kicking and I’m about to make dinner after a great day out exploring the area with Ben and his mate James (who is over for a week visiting).
I honestly feel like I need to pinch myself sometimes to remind me that this is where we live now. We have all this beauty just hours from our front door (and plenty even closer).
But I remind myself why we’re here, what we have to be grateful for and the adventures that are only just beginning.
So back to today. We started the day with a trip up to San Francisco, crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge (via Fisherman’s Wharf and a detour down Lombard St – allegedly the “crookedest street”).
The average age of the coastal redwoods at Muir Woods is between 600 to 800 years, with the oldest being at least 1200 years old. This is still young for redwoods as they can live up to 2200 years.
We enjoyed a leisurely 2-mile walk through the trees being awed by their immense height, age and the habitat that surrounds them.
I just need to pop back in time a little bit now if you don’t mind to the first part of this week. It was spent in slightly cooler temperatures at a ski resort in Lake Tahoe. Obviously I spent most of the trip drinking hot chocolate, keeping warm in my new snuggly pink hat and walking Toby whilst the boys went boarding.
It took a long while to go anywhere with the little pup as every second person wanted to stop and say hello to him, tell him how cute he is and ask if he is fully grown. He’ll get a big head if this admiration continues!
Quick, someone pinch me!
Love me x