It seems simple enough: time passes. For some reason when I woke up this morning I was shocked that it's actually 2013. That puts 1983 at thirty years ago. Startling, to me, this morning; the unrecoverable distances of time.
Yesterday, we drove up into the Russian River Valley, to Armstrong Forest. Redwoods, as you can see. There was one tree there that we walked past that was 300 feet in height. They estimate it to be 1300 years old. How unlucky, I told myself.