Jedidiah Smith Redwood Forest. August, 2009. That's me at the end of the Boy Scout Trail.
This is what I feel like inside when I'm worrying about things. These trees are old. Some are over a thousand years old. Despite the vast age difference, this tree and I found that we had a lot in common. I gave the tree my email address and he said he would find me on facebook.
I waited an hour for this creature to quit hogging the trail and I finally just went around him like all of the rude Californians were doing. I asked him if he needed any help and he acted like he didn't hear me. Anyway, I hadn't met too many snails in my life and this guy made me glad. He was pretty, but he could have at least acknowledged me.
This picture is a little bit dark, but I'm sure you see the face in the tree too. Every time I tried to get someone else to look he would go back to being just a regular tree. He laughed at me for a long time, but I snapped a picture without him knowing. Ha, ha Stick-Boy. Everyone knows about your face.So if you didn't know, Jedediah Smith died in Kansas near the Cimarron River. There's a marker at Wagon Bed Springs near Ulysses. The historical kiosk at the Jedidiah Smith Forest said that he died near Fargo Springs, Kansas. I had never heard of Fargo Springs, but I found it through the ridiculousness of the internet.
