night instead of two.
After dinner, Tommy installed the new windows in the Layton. It took him much longer than he planned. It was late when he finished and a good thing we didn’t have to drive up into the Santa Cruz Mountains at that time of night.
Saturday evening, when Tommy arrived home from work, dinner was on the table, as usual. We quickly ate our dinner, all too excited to linger. We were anxious to get on the road.
We gave our sweet dog Buffy and cat Beamer extra food and water. Their nice warm beds, each layered with a blanket and quilt in a sturdy wooden apple box, were in the garage. Years earlier, we removed one of thefoundation vent screens so the dog and cat could have access from the garage to the backyard any time they wanted it. We decided not to take Buffy on this trip until we were comfortable using the new travel trailer. We knew she was safe at home and had Beamer to keep her company, but still, we didn’t like leaving her.
The boys packed a few of their favorite toys, some games, books, paper, colored pencils, and crayons for drawing. We brought heavy jackets, and sweat shirts. It would be cool in the forest under the trees. We were looking forward to making a warming campfire. Tommy took a little television, just in case we could get a signal. We were packed and ready to go with all the comforts of home traveling along behind us.
The new Layton travel trailer was much heavier than our previous little travel trailer but our big Ford station wagon’s strong V-8 engine pulled the new travel trailer with ease through the curving roads of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
It was dark now, but we didn’t care. We were more than happily on our way up into the verdant forests to look for a camping spot.
One of Tommy’s co-workers told him how beautiful
Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park
was, so we decided that would be our destination. In those days, you didn’t need a reservation to enter and camp in the State Parks. All you had to do was show up.
We had ever been to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park before so it was a little difficult to locate. An hour later and an hour darker out, we found the sign that led off of the highway to the Park’s entrance. Slowly we drove the short roadway and pulled to a stop at the ranger station.
H
enry Cowell Redwoods State Park, created in 1954, is located 80 miles south of San Francisco in Santa Cruz County on highway 9, between the cities of Santa Cruz and Scotts Valley in the Santa Cruz Mountains near Felton and the University of California at Santa Cruz. This well-liked area often attracts vacationing families, campers, hikers, birdwatchers, and nature lovers because of its majestic redwood forests, view points, lush scenery, fishing, and over 15 miles of walking and hiking trails which are horse-and-dog-friendly. The beautiful Park has a nature center, bookstore, and visitor center open year-round to the public
.
W
ho was Henry Cowell? In 1849 Henry Cowell, at age 30, left his wealthy family in Massachusetts when the lure of gold and beautiful weather drew the adventurous to California. Henry settled in the beautiful Santa Cruz area and worked hard, growing his empire to include large land holdings, ranches, and limestone deposits, from San Luis Obispo to Washington State. He bought ships and established a cement trade with Belgium. By 1899 he owned 10,000 acres of land. His youngest son, Harry was the last link in the Cowell family line. In his will, in 1954, he saw to it that 21 faithful employees were provided for and gave the rest of the money for the public good, estimated to be over $14 million. Some recipients from the Cowell Estate were; the University of California at Santa Cruz (site of the former Cowell Ranch), a large addition to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, Mills College in Oakland, Stanford University in Palo Alto, and the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco
.
A good-looking clean cut uniformed ranger stood post at the gate and welcomed
After dinner, Tommy installed the new windows in the Layton. It took him much longer than he planned. It was late when he finished and a good thing we didn’t have to drive up into the Santa Cruz Mountains at that time of night.
Saturday evening, when Tommy arrived home from work, dinner was on the table, as usual. We quickly ate our dinner, all too excited to linger. We were anxious to get on the road.
We gave our sweet dog Buffy and cat Beamer extra food and water. Their nice warm beds, each layered with a blanket and quilt in a sturdy wooden apple box, were in the garage. Years earlier, we removed one of thefoundation vent screens so the dog and cat could have access from the garage to the backyard any time they wanted it. We decided not to take Buffy on this trip until we were comfortable using the new travel trailer. We knew she was safe at home and had Beamer to keep her company, but still, we didn’t like leaving her.
The boys packed a few of their favorite toys, some games, books, paper, colored pencils, and crayons for drawing. We brought heavy jackets, and sweat shirts. It would be cool in the forest under the trees. We were looking forward to making a warming campfire. Tommy took a little television, just in case we could get a signal. We were packed and ready to go with all the comforts of home traveling along behind us.
The new Layton travel trailer was much heavier than our previous little travel trailer but our big Ford station wagon’s strong V-8 engine pulled the new travel trailer with ease through the curving roads of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
It was dark now, but we didn’t care. We were more than happily on our way up into the verdant forests to look for a camping spot.
One of Tommy’s co-workers told him how beautiful
Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park
was, so we decided that would be our destination. In those days, you didn’t need a reservation to enter and camp in the State Parks. All you had to do was show up.
We had ever been to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park before so it was a little difficult to locate. An hour later and an hour darker out, we found the sign that led off of the highway to the Park’s entrance. Slowly we drove the short roadway and pulled to a stop at the ranger station.
H
enry Cowell Redwoods State Park, created in 1954, is located 80 miles south of San Francisco in Santa Cruz County on highway 9, between the cities of Santa Cruz and Scotts Valley in the Santa Cruz Mountains near Felton and the University of California at Santa Cruz. This well-liked area often attracts vacationing families, campers, hikers, birdwatchers, and nature lovers because of its majestic redwood forests, view points, lush scenery, fishing, and over 15 miles of walking and hiking trails which are horse-and-dog-friendly. The beautiful Park has a nature center, bookstore, and visitor center open year-round to the public
.
W
ho was Henry Cowell? In 1849 Henry Cowell, at age 30, left his wealthy family in Massachusetts when the lure of gold and beautiful weather drew the adventurous to California. Henry settled in the beautiful Santa Cruz area and worked hard, growing his empire to include large land holdings, ranches, and limestone deposits, from San Luis Obispo to Washington State. He bought ships and established a cement trade with Belgium. By 1899 he owned 10,000 acres of land. His youngest son, Harry was the last link in the Cowell family line. In his will, in 1954, he saw to it that 21 faithful employees were provided for and gave the rest of the money for the public good, estimated to be over $14 million. Some recipients from the Cowell Estate were; the University of California at Santa Cruz (site of the former Cowell Ranch), a large addition to Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, Mills College in Oakland, Stanford University in Palo Alto, and the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco
.
A good-looking clean cut uniformed ranger stood post at the gate and welcomed
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