My Humboldt Home

I made a trek today. Flying for the first time with Jack. By myself. I was nervous. But we made it and we are at grandpa Ric and grandma Mary's house! No major meltdowns. Phew. I don't even want to think about the fight back next week. I'll get anxious again.

We drove from Medford, where we flew in, down to the coast. We hit Crescent City then through my favorite stretch of highway weaving around the most beautiful trees on earth. They reach up and disappear into the fog. Moss grows on everything. The moisture in the air comes through the vents of the car and you can smell home before you're even out of the car.

Then the ocean. Oh the ocean. The bluffs jet out of the waves and also disappear into the low hanging fog. Streams of sunlight peek through the clouds and shine off the long drawn out waves. The beach goes on forever. Rocks and driftwood liter the sand. Oh how I respect the ocean and its power. But I admire and love its majestic beauty.

I am glad to be home. No matter where I go in my life, this is always home.