When I planning my trip to California, my lifelong best friend Hannah asked me what I wanted to do once I got out there. I had several things in mind, but something I really wanted was to spend more time with the redwoods. I’d seen them once for about five minutes. It was awesome, but it really wasn’t enough time at all.
I love hiking and I love forests and the redwoods are nothing short of magical. Just being there, you can sense how old they are, how long they’ve stood. It’s almost eerie thinking about how much they’ve witnessed and how short our lifespans are in comparison.
The redwoods are perfect for sparking the imagination. I envisioned witches gathering in the groves and fairies flitting about through the sunbeams.
We ended our time with the redwoods by driving to one of the neighboring beaches for a quick stroll. It was lovely, but the entire time, I felt my thoughts drifting back to the forest. Odd, since I love water and the beach probably more than just about anything.
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