As much as I loved Yosemite, Redwood was… even lovelier. There, I said it. Maybe, had my heart and mind not needed such a lightening as only the coast is apt to provide me, it would have not had the advantage. But in the end, it did. And even now, as I sit here poring...
“Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”...
