In my early teens, I spent some time on the Queen Charlotte Islands, prior to them having been raped and pillaged by the logging companies. My memories are of the silence in the forests and the smells of the moss and trees. The ground and fallen trees and were covered in a thick layer of moss, such that all sound was muffled to the extend that it was difficult to hear a person speaking from a short distance away. The forest it's self is a thing of beauty that really has to be seen to be appreciated.
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