September 5th
My
last week with the Big Trees was a flurry of activity – hikes, stargazing,
patrols, packing and a whole bunch of those deep, nostalgic breathes as I said
goodbye to the numerous marvels I had witnessed all Summer. I had heard about a
particular old giant that I’d wanted to visit this season – The Ishi Tree.
Named after the last truly free man to roam the now United States, the last
“wild Indian” to live outside of the European invasion. As fitting a name as
possible I suppose, as “Ishi” is supposedly one of the largest trees on planet
Earth, and also one of the most isolated, wild, free - there are no trails or
markers to draw in the tourists, and one has to wander through the woods for a
few miles to find him. My kind of spot.
