Redwood Mountain Grove includes giants, adolescents, and seedlings just emerging after recent fires. In the thickest groves footsteps across the needles are soundless.  The silence envelops us.  Along the ridge, sun warmed air currents carry the sweet wild scent of pine and Manzanita to wash over us and the ever present haze softens the lines of the mountain ranges stretching out before us.  We marvel at the towering trees we walk among and the gargantuan shapes of the long ago fallen that crisscross the forest floor.  We are a bit off the beaten path.  I think that makes this walk all the better.