It’s hard for me to post pictures, write blog posts, when I know I’m not even conveying a tiny sliver of the magnitude of what I saw. The redwoods…some are taller than the Statue of Liberty. Some are over 2000 years old. Some are gimmicky and have holes in them that cars can drive through. All of them have tall branches so that they don’t catch on fire. All of them have thick bark, sometimes 5 inches thick, to protect their insides. They get less water from their root structures and more from their high leaves. They suck the moisture out of that Humboldt fog. And coastal redwoods (the ones we’ve seen) only exist in a strip of land 40 miles wide and 450 feet long along the coast of California.
To be in the presence of redwoods is to be humbled. To bike through them is like entering a sacred cathedral. To see one of these giants lying on the ground, like a simple log, is to know that even 1600 years of life has to end sometime.
The trees are resilient. Fire shapes them, but does not destroy.