You Don’t Need to Look at the Stars to Be in Awe of Creation’s Sheer Scale. You Just Need Northern California.
Joyce Kilmer’s famed poem runs “I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree.” Once when driving down US Highway 101 in northern California, this blogger passed for about twenty minutes a copse of evergreen trees. “Redwood National and State Parks” read the sign. Looking out the window, we weren’t very impressed with the trees of legend – that is until we noticed we were driving along a bluff, and the slope dropped steeply from the road. These trees were, contrary to first appearance, considerably different than the Douglas firs of home in Washington state. The clip below is humbling for this exact same reason: the President is not the tallest tree in the world, nor the widest, nor the oldest – but do the math on its height, its trunk size, its extensive limb and branch system, and it is in fact the second-largest. At 3,200 years old, this tree isn’t exactly a sapling, either. Check out the splendor of nature and be reminded just how small you might be with the National Geographic video below.