My first 4 years of life was spent in Lake Forest Park which is a suburb of Seattle living in a deep forest and surrounded by rivers and the Puget Sound which is connected to the ocean but comes far inland in the Seattle Area. But, forests and trees were all around me then. So, the trees always came and spoke to me deeply always. So, the closest beings I felt kindred with were always the trees who never spanked me and who instead encouraged me to be a good person and to be kind always to everyone.
One day when I was 2 I pushed my little 2 or 3 year old girl friend down a set of cement steps. My grandfather spanked me because I guess I needed this. But, most of the time I was calm and kind. But, I did also have a temper always. I was always big and strong for my age and the trees always calmed me down in Seattle because they were everywhere and the forests there always were so thick it would be difficult to walk through them at all unless someone had built a trail.
Then my parents moved to California and the biggest difference there was that there are all these wide open spaces with barely any trees at all except for oaks in Southern California. Pine trees mostly don't grow (at least along the ocean much) past Big Sur but there are also forests in places as far south as Del Mar near UC San Diego to called Torrey Pines. But, mostly pines don't grow naturally along the coast of California much past Big Sur and Morro Bay unless you are up in the coastal range which borders Los Angeles county between LA and the deserts. There trees grow from about 3000 feet in altitude up to 9000 feet in Altitude like on Mount Baden Powell and then further south up on Mt. Baldy.
The most common trees in the Angeles National Forest are Ponderosa Pines which have an unusual bark that reminds me of a puzzle in that it comes apart in sections sort of like the ways puzzles come apart to if you get up close to them to observe this. My favorite part of this range that I visited the most was a place called Mt. Waterman which is actually a mountain and at that time there was. Mt. Waterman Ski lift while I was growing up from 8 to 21 while I lived in Glendale nearby (within 45 minutes to an hours drive) was very close to Mt. Waterman for weekend hikes or for skiing. Mt. Waterman ski lift still exists by the way. This is one of the first places I ever skied when I was about 15 on Army Surplus bear trap binding skis that don't release at all then. They were my fathers.
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