The woods are lovely dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost So many shades of green here.  Close my eyes and breathe deep the clean forest scent.  I like to sit along the hiking trails away from the passes and listen to the sound of running water and the wind blowing through the leaves.  The oldest trees are over a thousand years old.  The park was declared a National Monument in 1908.  Before logging came to California there were 2 million acres of old-growth…