The truth is that I've grown fond of the guy and everything, we make a good travel team, he's very tidy and organised and I'm very organised... .....So that you can get to know him, I'm attaching a photo with him, I know that some people are beginning to suspect that I'm a bad guy and that the Czech guy is an imaginary friend that only I can see, or that he's not Czech but a girl, but finally here you can see him, fooling around with me, he doesn't stop, one thing...

The bad thing is that he likes to make the trip so safe that there are hardly any incidents worth mentioning. Fortunately, to give it a bit of a spark we got stuck in the snow, also in the mud, oh, and once again the ground sank at our feet in the crevice of a glacier... If anything, the most memorable thing was our encounter with a brown bear that was going about its business and didn't even notice where it was going.... But I won't tell you about that, because my readers (and there are some) of La Tortuga say that I'm a film buff...

But as I'm sure you won't believe the bear, I'm going to post the photo I had time to take before the bear, Czech and spoon went into a collective hysteria, started screaming and ran off to the four corners of the world (and there were three of us...).

But well, today I didn't want to tell you about the trip, I'll do that next week, but dedicate this post to a very special forest (I recommend you to click on the photos and see them bigger).

This forest died in an earthquake that took place on the same day that someone very special was born many miles away (here I digress to comment that this baby was me, of course). For the record, it was not my intention to make such a fuss when I was born, I was hoping to start making a fuss over the years, but sometimes, even I can't control myself...

That earthquake (I am referring to the seismic movement, not the child) caused some parts of the Kenai Peninsula to suddenly sink more than two metres, leaving this forest trapped in the water and petrified, which, by the way, is how I was when I discovered it.

I don't know, but I felt especially attached to this place, I was impressed to know that these trees have been dead for exactly as long as I have been alive (which, by the way, was not so many years ago, although looking at this forest it may seem so, this did not happen in the Paleozoic, not even when I was studying Preu at school...).

Here, in a moment of absent-mindedness, they took this robao. In it, you can see how the man-tree symbiosis was less than perfect, and I don't mean that sometimes it looks a bit stumpy like these, or that under the bark there is sawdust, I mean something more spiritual, that some of you horn-rimmed eye-cheeks are not going to understand.

Once again, I was captivated by the silence of the place. There are places that you want for yourself, and you wish with all your strength to be able to return every time you need to. From now on this is one of mine,

Pavel and I didn't separate as we both wanted to discover the place alone. It was incredible, I spent the rest of the afternoon talking to the trees (I was the one who talked the most, they were more like to look and nod), telling them how my life had been, my dreams, my concerns...

And so we chatted and the night fell upon us. I would have stayed the night, if it hadn't been for the fact that it was a few degrees below zero, there were wild animals and I still hadn't recovered from the bear scare and Pavel, who is more of a hotel man, was no longer speaking to me in English but was complaining in Aramaic because he wanted to leave at once. This set of circumstances brought me back to reality...

These two photos are of another Alaskan ghost forest, which I have no idea when or how they died, but they fulfil a literary function that I developed profusely in all the work I did during my career, which is that of the filler itself.

Returning to my favourite forest, it was with great sorrow that we said goodbye, memories, tears and promises were crowding our hearts that were beating fast (I'm getting specialised in writing these phrases, eh), so to appease the pain, I agreed to visit them again if there was another earthquake, but in the meantime I was going to travel to other worlds, as I still had a lot to see.

And with this last photo I leave you, I hope you liked it, I liked it a lot. I mean the photos, I know the text has not been very good, but trying to write a few lines about some old trunks without using wikipedia...mission impossible.