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| Caught on Tape: Tree Hugging in Yosemite |
I admit it. I am the occasional tree hugger. As we descend
into a gorgeous, lush grotto of majestic Redwoods, I will spot a tree. The
tree. Walk over, and wrap my arms around it, as best I can given it’s a giant
tree, and say: Thank You. Thank you tree.
I rest my forehead against the bark and thank that tree for
all the fresh air it gives us greedy humans and for all the energy it spends
turning our exhales into fresh, pure inhales.
My hiking friends have gotten used to my behavior after the
initial look of “you gotta be kidding me.” And, sometimes, they join in like
some weird little cult. They find their own tree to thank and hug.
And, lastly, of course, I have my favorites. My favorite,
big, old hugging tree just on the other side of the hill from Muir Woods on the
Dipsea Trail heading towards Stinson Beach. There it stands, on a bend in the
well-worn trail. Humongous. Possibly the great, great grand-daddy of all the
other Redwoods in the grove. I give that tree a hug every single time I pass.
Maybe I’m nuts. Maybe I’m right on. I suppose we’ll never
know.
Have you hugged a tree today? Try it. You just might find it
makes your day... or makes you nuts.
[Ps. I couldn’t resist this title. It was just too funny
even tho it makes absolutely no sense.]
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