A couple of weeks ago we set out for a familiar destination—the redwood grove up on Joy Road outside Occidental. It’s a place we return to, quiet and reliable. But this time we never made it.
On the way, a small sign caught my eye: Western Hills Garden, open. After more than thirty years in the area, I had somehow never been. We turned in.
What we found felt less like a public garden and more like a discovery. Tucked under tall redwoods, the paths wind through a dense, carefully assembled collection of plants that don’t show up in typical parks or nurseries. Every turn offers something unfamiliar—textures, colors, shapes that slow you down and pull your attention in.
It’s not grand in scale, and that’s part of the appeal. The place feels personal, almost hidden, as if you’ve stumbled onto something you weren’t meant to miss but easily could have. There’s no rush, no crowds pushing you along. Just space to wander.
Near the entrance, there’s a small, simple setup for coffee and tea on the honor system. Nothing elaborate. Bring a sandwich, find a spot beside on of the ponds, and sit for a while.
We went looking for something we already knew. We left having found something spectacular.
If you’re anywhere near Occidental this summer, it’s worth the detour.
