Look, the trees are huge. Credit where it’s due. They are extremely huge. The first time you see a giant sequoia, it genuinely messes with your sense of scale. You feel small in a meaningful, almost spiritual way, like you’ve briefly been reminded that human beings are basically decorative ants with opinions.
But that effect wears off faster than it should. By tree number six or seven your brain has already adapted. At that point it’s just: yep, still a big tree. Still doing tree things. Standing there. Being large.
Nah I can't roast this park. This one is amazing. Do go. It has lines. It has cars, it has people. Still, go.
