CA: Avenue of the Giants & a Glass Beach

Nothing prepared me for the stillness and awe. We drove into the thick Redwood Forest and paused.  It was silent.  Heavy.  A place frozen in time.  We climbed through branches making velociraptor sounds, and drove the wagen through a trunk.  Heaven on Earth.
To round out our California dreaming, we skipped along the beach made of sea glass.  Past junk softened to treasure over time.  It took every inch of me not fill each pocket with handfuls.