Into the Redwoods by Tim Breesley

Lou and his friends are swept along into the cool, fragrant woods. Tim breesley trudges along at the rear. He'd like a drink. A circle has already been cleared for bonfires on cold nights. Once seated, they all closed their eyes as if in meditation. Tor breaks the silence with the first and only sustained utterance he will hear from him to day. In a thin voice, he asks them to feel the presence of a higher power in the food they've eaten. But my problem is the same one that every one who gathers information has - how to sort and shape and use it? Not every story needs to be told.