Tripleblaze: Trip Report: Redwood National and State Parks, California

I love trees. To me, they are wise old friends who stand tall, shading the ground below and digging their roots deep to get a firm grasp on the earth. Watching leaves age from tiny buds int he spring to vibrantly-colored widespread hands in the fall always leaves me in awe.

My parents are of the wanderlust sort and many years ago, when they were in their twenties, they spent a lot of time out west. Of the many photographs from their adventures was a picture of my dad leaning up against a massive tree. A tree so massive, in fact, that my parents would have had to hold hands with at least ten other people if they wanted to give it a big hug. "That's a redwood, Carrie," my dad told me.

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