I got to visit national parks for the first time when I was a teen. The first park I can remember was Sequoia National Park in California. Boy, those trees really were giants! I remember being awestruck by the fact that a tree could be big enough for a car to drive through. I sat in wonder staring up at the endless sea of branches trying to catch a glimpse at the top of one of those suckers. My grandfather told me to “Take note, Jerri. They don’t become this big everywhere.”