“Fern Canyon smelled primeval, of the aerosol of waterfalls and the green earthiness of moss soft enough to trick naïve travelers into taking off their boots and sandals, unaware of the smooth rocks slick with river slime. The fallen trees served as handrails for people following their bliss by almost breaking their tailbones.” TravelCaliforniaTravelingFollow Your BlissPrimevalFern Canyon Book:Holidays with Bigfoot Source: Holidays with Bigfoot