The creek flows from a narrow canyon with its sides folded in at different angles. The giant trees aim for sky in many directions, but sky cannot be seen. The bridge tilts high and to one side. No flat land is visible to define where down is, no pointers to up are evident. Everything looked askew.

Though there are the redwoods and the flowing water and the mushrooms and mosses and the yellow-leafed cow parsnip, they do not disguise the enormity and impact of history. This intriguing, jumbled part of Muir Woods gave me vertigo. Perhaps earthquakes disrupted the terrain a long time past.