It’s good to be back in California, where I grew up. We spent the day among giant trees. We started with the General Sherman sequoia. It’s not the tallest tree. The coastal redwoods tower over the sequoias. It’s not the oldest, but it is the largest by volume. Leaving the parking lot, you descend 300’, about the height of the tree. That first half mile was crowded with tourists. Moving ever outward, we left the more populous paved trails behind. At times we were alone in the quiet cathedral of theses woods. It was glorious! The pictured sequoia was labeled “Black Arch”. It is one of many burnt trees that had suffered much injury, but still survived.