More Redwood Bark

Yesterday, Pam and I headed out to Redwood Creek. Lots of alder, fir, spruce, and redwood. There’s more water flowing in Redwood Creek than Mad River. OK, weren’t rivers supposed to be larger than creeks?


Redwood Bark

“Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,
Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high,
Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs—out of its foot-thick bark,
That chant of the seasons and time—chant, not of the past only, but the future.”

— Walt Whitman