Long Road +

The road down the middle of the Boadman Tree Farm stretches into the horizon, flanked by towering conifers that stand sentinel like ancient guardians of the landscape. The air is rich with the scent of pine, a comforting reminder of nature’s embrace. As I drove along the winding path, the dense forest whispered stories of its quiet resilience, leaves rustling like soft laughter in the breeze.

Each turn unveiled rows of meticulously cared-for trees—noble firs, blue spruces, and grand white pines—all standing tall and proud. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting playful patterns on the ground. I could almost hear the gentle hum of life within the forest, a symphony composed of chirping birds and the rustle of small creatures unseen.

Stopping at a clearing, I stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet grounding me in the moment. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, earthy aroma that surrounded me, grounding my thoughts to the present. As I wandered down the path, the sheer scale of the trees impressed me; some seemed to touch the sky, their tops lost in a haze of green.

In this tranquil setting, time felt suspended. I paused frequently, capturing the beauty with my eyes and thoughts rather than a camera, absorbing the peaceful solitude that enveloped me. The road ahead still beckoned, a reminder that there was more to explore, yet I felt no urgency to rush. Each moment at the Boadman Tree Farm was a meditation, a celebration of nature's splendor and the simple joy of being present among giants.