I spent the last night of my two-week vacation at Humboldt Redwoods State Park. I had never visited and it shortened my drive home, so I decided to stay there. Perhaps other parts of the park are more interesting, but it was a letdown after Prairie Creek. It had a lot more human impact and it was hotter.

I took a stroll on a loop trail from the campground in the afternoon. The trail led to this tree, a remnant of the old-growth forest that had been logged. But it wasn’t the tree that was notable: it was the ridiculous sign in front of it. Standing alone, I laughed for quite a while.

The light was fading so the photo quality isn’t great, but I hope you can still read the first sentence of the sign from 1991. I’m trying to imagine what a redwood tree national championship would look like. “Hey, my cones are bigger than yours…”