Some things never change, or seemingly. We love this place because there are markers - things we know in our bones we will see when we arrive. My son, upon arriving in the car, said, "We're home." My daughter, feeling the same way but expressing it differently, said: "Look. There's the Big Tree." Here (above) is a nice B&W snapshot of the Big Tree in 1971. And here, below, is a photo take by Sandy Shapiro Bohn just an hour ago:
