The clouds opened up and the sun started to shine upon crossing into California. Deja vu: We we’re eating breakfast in the Houchi Cafe. Same booth we sat at almost exactly a year ago. We even got the same waitress. The place doesn’t look like much but it’s pretty special. When we were done we headed into the forest and spent a few hours absolutely awe struck by the trees. Once again, we had the place to ourselves. Morning light poured through the giant’s boughs. The air was cool and damp; just like I’m sure they like it. It was quiet accept for the faint sound of river rapids from the nearby Smith.