I visited Armstrong Redwoods, and wandered beneath the massive trees in the grove. Forest/Forage invokes the feeling of wonder that standing next to something so ancient, a living being that soars into the sky and murmurs in the breeze. As a child playing in the hollows created when fire burns out the inside of a still-growing tree, stepping inside that space was transformational. I was no longer a regular kid. I was a witch, an elf, a fairy, a monster. Reality shifts a bit in the redwoods, you see, and the forest denizens peep out from the foliage, if you just know where to look.