Thursday, June 24, 2010
Redwoods. Silence. Goodness.
Hushed. The three-note call of a single bird. Hushed again. Even our footsteps were swallowed by the immensity of the place. My son and I entered the Armstrong Redwoods Reserve chattering and then found ourselves whispering. Finally, we fell silent. Read more.
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Armstrong Woods,
California,
In Search of Goodness,
redwoods
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2 comments:
I was there once too. I like to say that it was the quietest place that I've ever heard.
Amen to that.
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