On the path to the grove of sequoias, a deer jumped out of nowhere and charged across our path. I tried to get a picture of the family of them but apparently "shhh! There's deer over there!" means TALK LOUDER THE DEER CAN'T HEAR YOU. So there's no pictures of deer.
There isn't really a way to capture the scale of these trees. This particular tree was easily 10 metres around and I can't even begin to think how tall. They're pretty much fireproof; you can see evidence of a years old controlled burn in the area and the sequoias are left untouched. Their bark feels kind of like styrofoam. As you can imagine, they're lightening rods - you can see the exit scorch of a bold of lightening on the base of the tree.
Breathtaking.
Further up the path, a sequoia had fallen many years ago. Did I get a picture of its length? I sure did not. But I did get its root structure.
I don't know if it was time or people or the natural internal structure of the tree, but you could walk through it. Well, crouch walk through it. Only one person did it with me. I'm glad I did because how many times in life can you say you walked through a fallen giant sequoia?
Next: places to leave your heart.
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