I’m forever astounded by the natural diversity in California. It’s been a few years since I’ve visited Kings and Sequoia National Parks, and standing beneath these giants is just as mind-blowing as when I was a kid.

There were two sequoias near General Sherman where the trail led right through them and you were able to touch the bark. It was so unexpectedly soft, fuzzy textured and springy to the touch. Absolutely loved it, will have to come back and camp beneath these giants some day.



So less arsonists than… fire beneficiaries? By taking up space that’s not going to be growing more flammable trees, I think they actually temper the fires a bit.