I just returned from a road trip through northern California. Instead of hurrying home up the interstate highway I decided to meander up the coast visiting the redwoods, beaches and lighthouses. It’s been many, many years since I visited this amazing forest of giant trees. The only regret as that I was not able to hike deep in to the forests because I was traveling on my own. Next time I need to do this with a hiking buddy.
These trees are an amazing sight and if you get a chance please do visit. There are many wonderful campgrounds in the redwoods and I was surprised that they weren’t full. I guess the gas prices have kept people home this summer.
I found this poem on the internet and feel it sums up this forest in a way that I could not:
Here, sown by the Creator’s hand.
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand:
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.
The greatest of Earth’s living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.
The nations that with them were young,
Rich empires, with their forts far-flung,
Lie buried now-their splendor gone:
But these proud monarchs still live on.
So shall they live, when ends our days,
When our crude citadels decay;
For brief the years allotted man,
But infinite perennials’ span.
This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here, we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awestruck soul;
For here we sense life’s proper goal:
To be like these, straight, true and fine,
to make our world like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down, Oh, traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees. by Joseph Strauss
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