You can't do a redwood forest justice in photos. Or at least I've not learned how to yet. First there's the problem of fitting a tree into a picture - they don't fit. Way too big. Then there's the colors, so richly green and brown - they just don't come through in my photos. And then there's the majesty of the trees - their presence - their fairy tale aura - what ever that non-tangible element is. Not captured.
As it turned out, the groom-to-be used to be a California tour guide, and thus I learned some Gold Rush era history associated with the park. One-Eyed Charlie (the other eye was lost to a horse kick - OUCH) was a stage coach driver in these here parts. Apparently not having stereoscopic vision wasn't a problem, as he had reputation for being an excellent driver, and gunman. Anyways, way back in 1868, One-Eyed Charlie cast a vote for the US president. It wasn't until he died, that it was discovered that Charlie was actually a woman, her real name being Charlotte. She may have been the first woman to have voted for a president in US history; women weren't allowed to officially vote until 1920. All this is going to come up in Jeopardy one day, just wait.