Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Giant Family of America, chapter 1

A long, long time ago, in a forest on the western coast of America, there lived a family of giants. These giants were so giant that a mere eyelash from one of these creatures could barely be held in your hand. They were over a hundred feet tall, with a reddish tint to their skin and long, flowing green hair. Other than that, though, they were just like you and me.

The family was made up of a mom, a dad and four children. The dad was George and the mom was Karen, but the kids never called them by those names and, eventually, neither did George and Karen. They were just Mom and Dad. The eldest of all the children was Jimmy and while he was three hundred years old, if you compared that with his parents age, he was still only a teenager. Boy, did he sure act like it too. Next in line was Tess at two hundred and twelve. She was the brains of the bunch and everybody knew it. If they didn't, though, she would gladly let them know. Finally, there were the twins, Jill and Jack. There were each a hundred and twenty-five, but they always liked to say that, together, they were older then Tess. Tess would simply reply, 'Maybe so, but I'm twice as mature as both of you and Jimmy put together.' Mom and Dad would laugh, Jimmy would roll his eyes and the twins would just sit there, trying to do the math. This was the Giant family of America and this is their story.

On the coastal side of what is now called California was a forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. But it wasn't the size of the forest that made it special. It was the size of its trees. The were the tallest in all the land. Taller, even, than the giants that lived among them. With a red hue to their wood and giant green leaves, it provided the perfect hiding place for the Giant family of America. Here, they could walk amongst the trees, relax in the fern gullies and sleep in the beds of moss. All the while, they would disappear into the colors of the forest without a care in the world. It wasn't always this way, though.

Many moons ago, when their great great grandparents roamed the land, smaller creatures like you and me began to come over from the other countries. Giants, by nature, are peaceful creatures, but the great great grandparent giants realized that those smaller than them would get scared when they saw something so giant. Sometimes, because the smaller creatures were scared, they would get confused and try to hurt the giants. It wasn't anyone's fault because the smaller creatures just didn't understand, but the great great grandparent giants realized that in order to live in harmony, they would have to remain hidden from anyone smaller. What, though, could possibly hide a giant?

The searched and searched across all of America and couldn't find anything big enough to hide behind. The tallest thing they could find were tree, but they only came up to their knees. They did, however, give them an idea. After a lot of thought and discussion, they had plan to try and create a new kind of tree. A giant tree. So, they took a seed from a pine tree, a fir tree and an oak tree and glued them together with the red clay of the desert. Once they had done that, they planted the new giant seed into the soil along the coast so that they could feed the tree with the water of the ocean. They did this by stepping out in to the bay and blowing big giant breathes that would pick up the ocean water and rain on top of where the giant seed was planted. Then, they waited.

Soon, it began to grow and as the decades went by, it grew bigger and bigger until it was as big as them. Then, just as the great great grandparent giants had hoped, it produced a new kind of giant seed, which they planted all around their new giant tree. Finally, an entire forest of this new kind of giant tree was growing as far as the giant's eyes could see. They had a new home where they could raise their giant babies safely and they were as happy as they could be. As they smiled and admired their giant forest, they realized that the red clay from the desert, which had glued the seeds together, had dyed the wood of these new giant trees. Needing a name for their new home, they decided it only made sense to call it the Redwood Forest. So, it is hear, in the Redwood forest, that our Giant family of America once lived, safe from the danger of the outside world.




- snook.

Location:The Redwood National Forest

The Land of Giants

So, I've been trying to wrap my head around the National Parks that we've been staying at over the past two months and I've simply not been able to do it. The only thing that kept coming to my mind as I witnessed the grandeur and the splendor of these places is 'it's a land of giants.' The scale of everything is through the roof...or rather, the sky. The scope of the Grand Canyon, the waterfalls of Yosemite, the enormity of Crater Lake. Now, I've seen canyons and waterfalls and lakes, but the scale at these parks is astonishing, dumfounding, and just plain giant.

As I read about the geology and evolution of these places, it's all sounded fine and good, but it didn't really satisfy my awe. Instead of spending any time reflecting on the fault patterns, erosion and glaciers, I kept thinking 'no, it's just a land of giants.' Finally, I decided to take myself literally. In entries following this one, I'm going to start a story. A children's story. About giants. I'm going to try and make sense of these parks through the eyes of a child. Namely, me. It's funny--one way that this trip has affected me is it's absolutely brought out my inner child. Or maybe I've just regressed twenty-five years or so. Ask Simone. I'm fairly certain she'd agree. Anyway, I have no idea if I'll finish the project here or back at home. And I have no idea what the hell I'll do with it. But, at this point, it's the best way for me to describe what has gone on inside my brain when I've seen these magnificent places. And so, here we go