Redwoods

Bring your yoga mats and find your zen. This serene, quiet nook in the arena is just the respite you’ve been seeking. The redwoods tower so far overhead, it’s difficult to tell if it’s night or day. A coastal fog keeps the temperature at a damp 65 degrees F. In the mornings, it’s so thick, it runs off the fuzzy red trunks in rivulets. Other than the sound of your footsteps on the pine needles, there’s nothing to disturb the peace. Of course, if you’re looking to hide, yours are the only noises in the forest. No birds, no prey, not even a few flowers to rustle in the light breeze. Just you and the towering redwoods, looming.