As Kala and I ventured deeper into the forest, the undergrowth thinned out for a
time. In every direction were towering evergreens, as far as I could see.
Sporadically, boughs of ocean spray reached up around the trunks as if the
weapons of an honor guard.
Strangely, the leaves of the ocean spray were golden rather than the typical green,
and the trunks of the trees where somehow regal in nature .
A sense of antiquity and respectful quiet filled air and neither Kala nor I made any
noise aside from that of our feet and paws on the loam, softer than the finest carpet.