We made it to the Muir Woods National Monument when we were in San Francisco. So beautiful. So, So beautiful. I've never seen trees so tall (and I'd love to go back to California someday and take another tour because apparently there are even taller, wider trees? It seems incomprehensible. It must just blow your mind away.)
So yes. Muir Woods was absolutely breathtaking. Breathtaking and crawling with tourists who, like me, thought the same thing. Fair enough - I guess we've all got a right to be there. We tried our hardest to find the least chosen path, and managed to close our eyes and pretend like we were the only ones around. It worked. Being in a forest is magical. There's this cushioning of sound. Things are softer. And it smelled perfect. I love trees. (Have I mentioned the time when I was 10 and I tore a piece out of the Hydro company who had been assigned the job of pruning the maples on my parents front yard? I did. I was an angry 65 year-old woman in a 10 year-old's body.)
It made me happy to be there in those woods. I remember thinking "Wow. I'm really content right now." And it wasn't just because we were on our honeymoon. It's something about those ancient trees that don't give a damn. You could throw fire at them and they're like "We've got this." (true story, they're fire retardant, naturally. Nature; Amazing.) They just go with the flow and come out on the other side of a blazing inferno, standing tall and proud and completely alive. And I put it all together the other day when I read this article on a recent study proving that hiking makes you happier and reduces stress. Trees are your friend, they just want to help out.
So I decided I needed to take a "burl" home from the gift shop . A burl is a knot of wood from one of the sequoia trees, and if you place it in a bit of water it starts to grow saplings! Clearly I just had to have it. But then I had a little freak-out when we were packing to come back home and I remembered that my burl was "organic" material, and wanting to avoid any customs issues, I left it in my hotel room. It was such a sad day. But I like to think someone found my burl and they're enjoying it in my place.
California, I'll be back for you and next time I'm not returning without a burl!
This makes Day 6 for my 31 Days Blogging Challenge. I'm wholly aware that these trees are neither about house nor home. I'm a rebel and breaking all the rules!