So, this day was part of new year's weekend in San Francisco. One of the goals was to make sure we did rejuvenating, restorative, and enlivening things to celebrate the new year. I think we did a good job making sure to set out early across the bridge into Muir woods. The weather was an important part of the day. It was normal foggy when we left the city, but when we got to the woods, it got dramatic. So much fog, and mist, and drizzle. The kind where your face feels cold and damp the whole time, fingertips and lungs chilled. I need this weather every now and then.
We were going to start a hike into the woods, but once we got up to those stairs we started sliding in the mud. It was impossible to go further. We laughed at how unprepared we were for this with toms and booties. Oh well. Let's just observe what we can.
Don't laugh, but the parking lot is really close to all of this since we couldn't go far enough in. It felt like our own world though. There's a lot to see!
It's normal to feel small in nature. Ilissa coined the catchphrase of the day: "small miracles!"
And, so much moss!
This is the type of day I live for.
Happy new year!