We are leaving Muir Woods on a bus right now. Wow- I mean, what a pretty, pretty place. If you ever need a dose of humility- like you’re too big for your britches, stand at the base of an 800-year-old redwood tree. It gives you perspective. You, in relation to the planet on which you dwell, are small.
When looking for a trip out to enjoy some wine, Cas found the one that stops at Muir Woods.
I hesitate to use the word majestic- it almost always feels hyperbolic- but these trees were majestic.
We’re headed to a vineyard now, and a few more after that- and we’ve pre-ordered lunch along the way, but I just had to stop for a second and agree with Dr. Seuss’ famed Lorax, who spoke for the trees. I get it, Lorax. I really do.
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