Our last stop was near the Klamuth River. No redwood
visit is complete without driving through a redwood.
These bears stand sentinels of the Klamuth River bridge.
The also mark the turning point to see
the privately owned drive-thru tree.
the privately owned drive-thru tree.
We had to fold the van mirrors in, to the drive through the tree.
We just started in when I realized there was no one on the
out side to take pictures of this amazing event. Darrel backed
out enough for me to get out to take some photos.
Notice that dad didn't measure the entrance until we had been through. :)
From here we headed for Reno through the National Redwood forest. It was like a Lagoon Ride that goes on for hours. There was beauty on every side, but I was pretty car sick by the time we got a call from the motel we had reservations at that night. In harsh, broken English I was informed that they had tried to run the charges on the credit card I had given them on line to hold the room. We had made it clear we intended to pay cash, but in running the card he said, “It’s no good! No money!” He demanded another card number. I assured him we would pay cash. After a minute or two of demands and just plain Arab bullying, I told him we would find somewhere else for that night. When we got to an area with better cell service, I called the credit card company only to learn that our card had been compromised and 8 fraudulent charges had been denied since we left on May 25th. Gratefully I was able to pinpoint the last authorized use of the card. A fraud report was submitted on all the others and that account was closed. We tried to find lodging in Reno, but were unable to. The places we checked were not in a good part of town if such a place exists in Reno, so I grabbed Anita, (our GPS device) and told her to take us home. We were far too tired and it was too late to go much farther, but I felt a peaceful assurance we could find somewhere for the night. We travel about 50 miles before that happened. We eagerly turned in for the night.