I went into the woods in search of solace. There, after many nights looking down at my phone, I stretched my neck and looked up at those tall trees, those magnificent giants, the redwoods. I kept walking until I reached the fast-flowing stream that cut through the woods. There was a sign. It said that the salmon were dying, and the park people were working hard to save them. Save the salmon? Why do they need saving? I wondered. It’s been raining nonstop for months. I assumed at least the fi...
