At the western edge of the continent, a swath of soaring redwoods scrapes the sky on untamed terrain that plunges toward the sea. Mist steals through the trees. The wind smells of salt spray and carries the cries of gulls.
Raindrops trickle from the dark green forest canopy, and tendrils of steam drift up from the rough, almost furry, red-hued bark. In the rays of the sun after the storm, the redwood forest sparkles as if sprinkled with Tinker Bell’s fairy dust in nature’s magical kingdom.
