Six hours straight north from San Francisco lies the otherworldly land of the California Redwoods. The tiny town of Klamath sits along the side of the road smack dab in the middle of the forest.
Named for the Klamath Indians that have called this place home since their world began, you feel the raw power of nature here.
Time moves at a different pace, which affects you in a deep and profound way. You slow down in both body movements and thoughts.
I watch old boats rock in the gentle waves of the Klamath river, touch old abandoned churches that still have a feel of lost faith in their worn and faded wood slats.
I see hidden bears in the roadside brush.
This place sparks my will to keep living, keep exploring.