Navarro River Redwoods State Park, Mendocino County, CA
The reward for the 10 hour drive on Interstate 5 from LA is that, at a certain point around Healdsburg I think, there is a turn-off and you take that turn-off and you leave the straight, stark freeway that cuts through the middle of California and you settle onto windy Highway 128 and you eventually enter THIS. The Big Trees. The Ancient Ones. Some of THE OLDEST Redwoods in existence.
No matter how many times I’ve driven into this forest I still collapse outward the moment I’m in it. The huge, quiet, intimate, energetic, serene, familial feeling of it. I swear I can hear the trees telling me that everything will be just fine. That, of all the things they’ve witnessed without moving, none of it is larger than people and how hard they try.
I’ve never quite been able to capture their exact essence, their exact scope and size but I think they arrange it that way on purpose because then I am drawn to go back and back and back again and again to get some more of their gigantic, gracious love.
I think the wise, old trees are like Earth’s grandparents, don’t you?
Yours in Irreversible Wonder,
Tammy Tree Hugger