Step into a sanctuary carved not from stone, but from centuries-old trunks reaching skyward. Here in the heart of Hendricks Park, the Douglas-firs rise like pillars in a forest cathedral, their canopy filtering the light like stained glass.
This cache is hidden beneath these watchful giants. Pause. Look up. Breathe in the hush that only trees this old can hold. Then continue your search-but tread lightly. The forest is listening.