These views are from the picnic pavilion at Stokes Creek. The trails lead into a dense forest of old oak trees. I am standing in the middle of five oak trees whose roots have grown together to make a large oak floor between them. The roots were thick and even growing above ground. The wind blowing around me sound like tree's whispering to each other. Once again, New Zealand has nothing on Florida when it comes to giant oak trees. They felt like protectors of the forest. I have my own middle earth in my backyard.
