On this day, Christmas Eve of 2002, I decided to head out for a little road trip and ended up along the crest of the Santa Cruz mountains in California, stopping along the way for a quick picture here and there. It was then that I stumbled upon the evil moss trees. I just had to take another look, so I left the safety of my car and headed into the unknown abyss of moss hell where I found every last thing completely covered in moss, even the rocks were covered.