A man once said between every two Redwoods there’s a gateway to another world. An elevated place of wild beauty and possibility. Of dew dropped bliss and dancing dappled light. The people who live up here don’t care about the things most other people care about. They don’t care about successes or failures. They don’t dream of being internet famous. They don’t speak reverently about forgettable things. They follow their own way. They listen to what their heart wants. They raise the stakes and rise to the occasion. They breathe a more rarefied air. Up here, You can find a higher form of magic. You can find fellowship that lifts