Avenue of the Giants
Twice this summer, once southbound in July, then again, northbound in August, I rode the Avenue of the Giants, a 31-mile portion of the 101 just south of Eureka, in northern California surrounded by Humboldt Redwoods State Park’s over 50,000 acres of redwood groves – the largest remaining stand of old growth redwoods in the world.
Each time, I couldn’t resist getting off the bike and walking into the forest. Something about these magnificent ancient trees draws you in like a spell. Some of them are 2,000 years old, and stand over 360 feet tall. If I’d been standing there for that long, I’d have some wisdom to impart. So I took a nap on a tree and listened… (more…)



I took this to a recent dinner party, a little unsure whether anyone would go for it, wondering if I should tell my friends it’s a “raw carrot pate” which sounds so…healthy. I was in the middle of my
In Northern California at this time of year, black mission figs, ripe and luscious, are dropping from trees. If you’re close enough to pluck one, break into one straight from the sticky branch, you’ll understand why they’ve played a role since the beginning of life on earth in Greek and Roman mythology and religious lore.
Just for a moment, suspend your earthbound beliefs, and consider the possibility you might actually be…an angel… Now, imagine yourself, one infinitely sunny day in paradise, sitting around with your angel buddies contemplating the nature of being an angel. Many interesting observations are tossed about, but none really satisfactory, until one of your wiser angel friends suggests that perhaps you need to experience what it’s like to not be an angel in order to fully grasp what it’s like to be one.
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