Muir Woods

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

...Joyce Kilmer

I'm not quite sure why, but I seem to have this affinity for trees. I was very happy we had the opportunity to travel up the coast past Sausalito to Muir Woods.

Muir Woods is a magical place - despite all the noisy people.

It amazed me how enclosed the feeling was, how majestic the trees.

It was a very good day indeed.