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| Potomac River running high and muddy |
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Indian Pipe "the ghost plant"
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125.75 ft. Tulip Poplar
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This weekend brings the first 90 degree days of the season. I've been in a weird place psychologically this week. On one hand, I am trying to move forward and reconnect to my home. On the other hand, I feel like I am in a strange state of mourning for big wilderness. I find myself thinking about the west, the mountains and redwoods in particular like one would think of a long lost girlfriend. It's ridiculous really. My Facebook news feed is filled with hiking friends embarking on their latest adventures, as well as articles and news from the west. I wake up in the morning and one of my first thoughts is usually traveling through the redwood forest. I really, really miss it. Driving home from work earlier this week, I was stuck in a traffic jam. However, as my car continued to come to a halt, I had time to glance at enormous white cumulus clouds. I was immediately transported to Yosemite Valley, and thought of staring at the same type of clouds floating over Half Dome. I had an indescribable ache in my gut. When I am not working, I seem to be somewhere else out west in my mind 75% of the time...
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