We drive quite a while through the foothills where there is no sign of any pine tree, large all small. I could image a hundred years ago when these hills where full of the tall mature sequoia. How could anyone cut these beautiful trees down.
Then suddenly they appear.
Big, beautiful, everywhere.
Some are bigger than others.
The fog is getting thicker as we get higher, adding a mystery to this magical journey back in time.
So big, so amazing.
Just for some perspective...
Giving awesome a whole new meaning...








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