This magical tree, verdant and very alive, dwells amongst the redwoods and pines of the Boy Scout Reservation at Camp Pico Blanco in Big Sur, California.
Nature has such a way about it. If you allow yourself, you will feel it’s life vibrating beneath your feet, in the whisper of air, in the thrilling quiver of hearing a bird or other animal rustle in the brush or high canopy of the forest. I am often struck by the immensity of Nature’s beauty, and if you ever hike with me, you will know that standing in awe of it, I will cry. I can’t say way I cry in the face of profound beauty like this other than that in the presence of such vast splender, I am overcome.
When I take the Cub Scouts on our famous hikes, I talk to them about such things. My hope is that they will sense this living world, and when the concrete world of electronic gadgets and work-related pressures get to feel too heavy, they will remember there is a retreat that will embrace them and restore their youthful life-blood.