The California Chronicles

Jones Gulch

We strode through the forest, alternately dwarfed by the redwoods and made lordly by comparison to the pygmy trees and whispering miniature creeks in its understory, until we came upon these falls, delicate enough to fit in the palm of a large mossy hand, but carven with age-old leaf-bedded sinkholes that could swallow a man whole.  The ferns and tanoaks huddled at the rim of the gulch, giving the sky over to the redwoods in all their majesty.  The effect was positively Narnial.


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