Call us hippies, call us tree huggers. Here is your proof. We do in fact hug trees:
Redwood National Park, Northern California
These mighty redwoods deserve some love. They’ve been processing your family’s carbon dioxide for about 66 generations. I won’t calculate how many great great great great great grandparents back that might be.
Big Tree on the Redwood Highway
If Badger could hug trees, he would have joined us. He did a good job admiring everything from his own frame of reference.
Badger in his tree cave
Drove through these magnificent Redwoods earlier today – what a beautiful drive! Old growth forest — it would have been everywhere had mad loggers not chopped everything down in the 1800s. Then again, I like things made of wood…. ah, the ease of hypocrisy… 
