Dispatches: Red Woods Retreat
There are few places more relaxing than the California redwoods. As soon as you exit the freeway and begin making your way through the mountains, your body goes into sensory overload. What’s great is no one else is around to spoil it. And for a few moments, it’s easy to rewind and really experience what camping was like 30, 40, 50 years ago.
Camp is four walls and a canvas ceiling. A far cry from pup-tents and metal framed backpacks, but these tent cabins haven’t changed since the 60s. Initials carved into the walls and table tops tell the tales of previous campers. Miles from the nearest town, the surrounds consist of trees, trails and silence with only the sound of birds to keep you company. And with little variation in the temperature, you can count on the need for a campfire.
For a long time, I was never really a camper per se. That was until the last few years, where I’ve since fully embraced natural solitude and all its glory. Getting out-of-town and into nature has now become a near necessity. Although this trip into the forestial giants was a maiden voyage, it was love at first sight. The vintage cabins mixed with silent solace and redwood aroma had me at hello.