People come from all over the world to view our towering redwoods on the Avenue of the Giants but here, at the Southern entrance, the nearly defunct hamlet of Sylvandales, the beauty is more golden and intimate than that of the prehistoric ferns and gigantic trees of the State parks.
In the center left of the photo is probably the most stared at freeway underpass column on the Northcoast. A ladder of numbers and lines awaits to measure the flood waters that rise every year. During bad storms, locals pause and calculate anxiously how many more feet must the Eel River rise until their home, their road, their life is impacted.
Behind the column across the river is the vestige of an old pulley system that carried people and goods across from bank to bank many years ago before there was a bridge.