2,000 years of steady growth, straight and narrow, more than 300 feet tall, wide enough to build a tunnel through its massive base, the Redwood is the most mighty of its tree family. Like a kid waiting for Christmas morning I could barely sleep waiting for the break of daylight. “She’s big isn’t she” yelled a park ranger in passing. It was only myself on the trail this early in the morning, only the sounds of the wind blowing through the tree tops, the morning stir of the forest, and the sound of own heart beating. My morning stroll, a five-mile hike through a maze of memories, reminders, stories that have been running through my head for years.