trees seem to stretch all the way into the sky. I had to be careful though. I liked jumping and climbing trees, but out here it could be dangerous not only because the wood was sometimes rotted out but also because if something happened I’m pretty sure a wild animal would find me before another human being would. I was drawn to the place in a way that I can’t even describe. There wasn’t ever a real urgency to develop Northeast Ohio which meant there were a number of large parks where I grew up so it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen wilderness before. Maybe it was the fact that these trees were the biggest and the best. As far as imposing, beautiful and powerful trees went, you couldn’t get much better than these Redwoods. Or maybe it was just the quiet solitude that they exerted. Naturally they didn’t make any noise or have any sort of active defense mechanism but I would almost be afraid to cut one of these trees down since their power and magnitude was evident from any angle. They were the definition of the strong, silent type. Whatever it was, I couldn’t help but spend a decent amount of time here and seemed to be constantly pulling the car over just to get out and walk around. And of course, one stop wasn’t radically different from another. They were all trees after all. Monstrous trees, of course. But trees nonetheless.
It didn’t matter to me though. It was like I wanted to explore and take in every tree and I’m not even sure why. Well, the fact that I had nowhere to be certainly was a factor but it was more than that. The place seemed to have a spirituality to it. Almost like this was all some kind of sacred ground. I suppose even that could be open to interpretation though. If I brought David out here he would go on and on about how wonderful God is since he created these trees and the reason they’re so great is because God is so great. But my initial reaction to seeing these trees along with the rolling hills and gorgeous coast was to attribute everything everything to the much more ambiguous entity of Nature. So was it God or was it Nature? Was there some supreme being who created all of this amazing scenery or was it simply the way things have developed? It could be either…or both, really. But saying it’s both seems like such a cop out. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe these sort of spiritual questions and issues aren’t a big deal as long as people take the time to appreciate the things that either God and/or nature have wrought. Maybe it doesn’t matter as long as people can appreciate things for what they are. Then again, maybe God was pissed at me because I hadn’t been to church lately and Nature was pissed at me because I was driving a car at all. Although it was comforting to think that I’d be screwed either way. I wandered pretty deep into the forest to the point that it was almost completely silent. Being all the way out here felt like it was just me and the forest…and I enjoyed that immensely. That said, I couldn’t help