While driving the 101 up today, we saw a sign for the biggest spruce tree in the world. Inexplicably, Siri at once demanded we go there. Maybe she was just desperately bored, maybe she'd already hatched an evil plan of dragging me out through the forest. Anyway, it was 0.3 miles from the highway and I trotted behind, mumbling curses and dire prophecies of imminent death.
While there we encountered a family of Americans and got to talking to them. We took each others pictures and then the wife said I had a mosquito on me and went to brush it off. The husband at once said "don't slap the man". Siri, not missing a beat said "just slap him". The husband fell into a well rehearshed routine about husband abuse and asked if the laws would give him a minimum of protection in Norway. I replied that based on personal evidence, it wouldn't, while his wife mumbled something about Georgia being his only hope. Good banter ensued.
All pics here.
Apparently, the top's fallen off. I have no idea whether it's still the biggest tree, as all the signs were mum about this. I guess significantly fewer tourists would go see "the once biggest spruce in the world".
Hrmph.
It was still a good size tree, and much, much thicker than a normal spruce.
The beauty and the beast posing. Though in her favor, she has a good sense of humor and is kind to animals.
Siri's turn to be a treehugger.
The lovely Lake Quinault. The tree was in Quinault forest.
Friday, August 10, 2012
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