
Weekends Up Here: Trails, Trains, Wine, and Redwood Days
When your backyard is one of the most beautiful forests in California, Saturday looks different. Trails among the giants, the steam train, mountain wine, and the beach half an hour away.

When your backyard is one of the most beautiful forests in California, Saturday looks different. Trails among the giants, the steam train, mountain wine, and the beach half an hour away.

The romance of the redwoods is real — so is the infrastructure underneath it. The honest conversation about wells, septic, propane, fire readiness, and the drive.

The mountains have real weather. Here’s the year as we actually live it — the loud winters, the criminally short springs, the foggy-gold summers, and the best-kept-secret falls.

Not the tourism version — an honest sketch of each mountain town, from the deep woods of Boulder Creek to the quiet prestige of Monte Sereno.

The whole truth about mountain living — the quiet that lives up to the dream, the rain and the outages that don’t make the listing, and who it’s really for.