We did find the correct roads and luckily had taken the truck on this trip, as the forest service road was definitely unimproved - really just a narrow track scraped out of the thick woods, full of large rocks, holes and drainage channels. At the final sign (still pointing upward) the road continued to narrow until it was merely a trail itself. Then, the promised wide spot to turn around, and we’d arrived.
Completely alone in this strange territory, I thought we might be nuts. But no, the experience was totally worth it. The sunlight finally breaking through to cast its filtered light among those giants and flicker through the thick understory of ferns and Devil’s Club was icing on the cake. Walking the trail through the grove, my eyes fell upon group after group of large snow-white mushrooms. We had never seen this kind before, but remembered seeing several “mushroom station” signs at area homes, so picking must be popular there. We settled for photographs.