The Trees of Mystery in Northern California is one of my favorite spots.
I'm riding the attraction's famous tram in this photo. "What if all of these gigantic redwoods were inside a hotel located far from here," I'm thinking. I'm also thinking about my itchy if fairly smart red vintage swing coat and if there's some sort of fabric softener I can use to make it less skin-irritating.
Outlandish flights of fancy and trivial, everyday issues regularly bump up against each other in my brain, for better or worse, like so many lit-up bumper cars at the county fair.
