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About the Redwoods

My childhood was spent outside. We left home in the morning, played all day in the redwood forest, and came home just before dark. We climbed trees and kept watch, hoping a bear or a bobcat would walk by underneath us, and when they didn't, we made up stories that they did. We jumped off cliffs and onto rope swings and swung out over the ravines, heads thrown back, gazing up into the branches, looking for the light. When it rained, we sat under the trees on thick piles of dry redwood needles and hoped for the rain to stop.

We ate huckleberries and salmon berries and blackberries and didn't think twice about drinking out of the little creek that ran through the forest. We even ate that really sour stuff that looks like clover (Oxalis). All of which attracts not just little kids, but birds and bats and squirrels, raccoons, deer, bears and banana slugs (to name just a few).

From the slimiest of slugs to the tallest of trees, the redwood forest is a complex ecosystem–something you probably don’t think about when you're eleven and running for your life through the forest so you won’t have to be “it.” It is something I think about now. (Hopefully, not while running for my life through the forest.)

I think how lucky I am to still have an intimate relationship with the forest: to feel the thickness of redwood needles like a carpet under my feet, to walk along bright and clear streams and rivers that wind their way through trees that are hundreds of years old, to witness the changing of seasons and the comings and goings of the flora and fauna found in and about the redwood forests.

It’s a beautiful place, in the forest. I hope you enjoy the bits of it that I share with you.