The Pioneer Cabin tree was hollowed out in the 1880s, and cars once drove through its ancient trunk.
If you were thinking (like I was) that someday, perhaps next summer you’d like to take a trip that would give you the opportunity to see that big tree, the Giant Sequoia. Maybe you pictured yourself walking through it, then standing in front or under the thing like the two guys in this picture and having your own picture to post on Facebook, or Twitter, or Instagram or just to show your friends.
Not gonna happen.
The first time I saw a picture of that tree, I was about ten. At first, I thought it was fake because it had a car going through it and surely either the tree or, more likely, the car was fake. My mother assured me it was real. She said, maybe someday we could go see it.
You’d think that with me living in California, right down the road so to speak, for a dozen years now, I’d have found a way to get up there (six hours driving away) and see it, get my picture taken and not have to cut and paste myself into it. But, like the woman I met in England years ago who told me she’d lived almost twenty years just six blocks from the Tower of London, but never managed to see it because it was so close and because there was always next weekend, I’ve been waiting for the right ‘next weekend’ to go see that tree.
Now that tree, as with so many things in life has fallen (pun intended) into the category of, “you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”