Drive along the windswept coast and turn inland on country roads baked golden in the sun. Turn up the canyon drained by Little Butano Creek and suddenly you are in a redwood rain forest—what an enchanted spot! Look for pygmy nuthatches, winter wrens, chickadees, banana slugs, and newts under the redwoods, Douglas fir, tan oak, maple, and ferns. This is prime camping, and most folks don’t even know it’s here. According to Native American lore, butano means “a gathering place for friendly visits,” and that’s the vibe in Butano State Park.
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