After Napa Valley I headed to northern California to do some organic farming. On my way there, I drove through the Avenue of the Giants, which is just. absolutely. amazing. I’m pretty sure Redwood trees inspired the word “treehugger” because these are trees I felt compelled to hug. I ached to hug them (and I did, but Isabel was poor at snapping a picture of me doing that.) Grandfatherly, endearing… these trees took my breath away. They are so tall and towering that I drove through the Avenue of the Giants with my headlights on, as the trees block out a lot of light. This is an experience I would recommend to anyone, regardless of your feelings about trees. I can’t believe anyone would want to clear millions and millions of acres of these beautiful giants.