Timeless

 For part of my recent trip to the USA I was very fortunate to stay for 8 days in Utah with an older couple  who I had got to know when they were living as missionaries in the UK in 2004. It was wonderful to see them after such a long time, and although sadly the gentleman has some problems with his memory we were still able to feel the close friendship we had formed all those years ago.

I asked him about some of the things he had done in the intervening years and he said "Oh I don't remember that now, but it is all written down in my journal" and his wife explained that until recently he had kept a written record of his life, and she has been putting them in order so that she can write a book for their children and grandchildren so they too can share some of his experiences.

I was thinking about this over the past few days and how I had been encouraged to keep a journal when I was younger but it was never something I took seriously. I never really thought that my life would be interesting to anyone else. Now that I am older, a parent and a grandparent I have tried to recall events and stories that I would want to share and I know there are big gaps and maybe I should have kept some sort of record.

To a certain extent my blog can be a record, not just of the things I have seen or felt interested enough to photograph and a record of some of the places I have been and things I have done but also as I share some of my random musings which perhaps give a sense of who I am. At the same time this is a public document and as a private person I have to hold back on some things too.

Anyway, the photos I have selected for today and the title "Timeless" seem to fit with these ramblings. 

Here are the pictures and the story behind them follows after...

We stayed in California for the first week of the trip and one of the highlights on out itinerary was to visit one of the redwood Forest state parks. We had booked tickets for a ride on a steam train at Roaring Camp/Bear Mountain near Felton. Due to a misunderstanding when we booked and probably in no small part to the effects of jet lag we arrived, believing we were in good time only to be told we had missed the train. However luck was on our side because the previous departure had been delayed and the knock on effect was that our train was also delayed and we just managed to take our seats for a truly memorable ride up the mountain surrounded by the most magnificent trees.

You can see why they are called redwoods from the first two photos which show the inside of one tree which has eroded over time and to a certain extent resembles a slot canyon.

The final two images don't really do justice to the reality of the circle of trees which was like a cathedral in its grandeur. To stand in the centre of this circle looking upwards, hundreds of feet to the canopy was a really humbling experience. It was just me who seemed to feel this because everyone who stood in the circle looked up in awe and seemed to speak in hushed voices. 

In other places on my trip I saw the effects of forest fires, where large areas of forest have been damaged and on my last day, driving to the airport I drove through any area north of San Francisco where a wild fire was burning on the hills along near the freeway and I was reminded of how fragile our planet is and how we need to take better care of our natural treasures.