This place is crazy beautiful. I can’t wait to go back. Something about the contrast between broad open meadows and thick evergreen forest intrigues me. I feel equally lost in both. Doesn’t make any sense but it might have something to do with the massive fire that burned half the mountain plateau decades ago. It permanently destroyed the soil not allowing the forest to grow back. I swear I sense the old forest in those open balds. The ghost of those trees and their roots can be felt. The remaining trees stand in mourning at the loss of their kin.
