A few summer’s ago, T and I made a visit to Seneca Falls, New York, the birthplace of the women’s rights movement in 1848. While there, we visited the home of Elizabeth Cady Stanton. The National Park Service ranger at the site referred to a large tree in the front yard of Stanton’s home as a “witness tree” meaning that the tree had been present when the 1848 convention was being conceived in Stanton’s home; the tree had witnessed history. I loved the idea of “witness trees” and it came to mind when we visited the Sequoia trees at King’s Canyon National park on Wednesday.
They are beautiful in a way that is awe-inspiring. Some of my best childhood memories happened in the California national parks.
These forests are among the most beautiful places in the world, something all the generations of my family can all agree upon.