Timber!
My next door neighbor has a enormous Ponderosa Pine, a diseased tree clogging my gutters with spiny pine needles after every storm, measuring a couple hundred feet (and we all know that my head for this sort of detail is oh, so limited. But I lost a tree in a wind storm that was something like 175' and this puppy was taller. So I'm sticking with 200 feet.) I also mention this tree could easily topple right over my bedroom and kill me in my bed. Not being dramatic or anything... I do consider this when the wind roars!
This lovely Saturday morning dawned; I drank coffee and decided I'd gotten up way too early. I went back to bed and was enjoying a snuggle with Rosie whose enthusiastic tale wagging often destroys the peace. This morning, however, it was a mechanical roar outside my bedroom. And lots of very loud conversation.
It was loggers and the roar was revving chain saws. That tree was coming down. I am a loggers daughter, a faller's daughter specifically. Fallers are the high wire artists of the logging world; ever so cocky and damn impressive to watch.
The logger today spurred his way up, trimming branches all the way to the top. Using ropes and pulleys to guide the bigger branches to ground in this residential neighborhood with buildings, roofs and fences easily toppled by massive chunks of tree in a downward path, he surgically and methodically removed all the branches without incident.
This is a small town and many people drove by to check out the process. They'd just stop in the middle of the street and observe the action. After one big section of the tree came down, I saw people applauding in their car! Gotta love it!
This lovely Saturday morning dawned; I drank coffee and decided I'd gotten up way too early. I went back to bed and was enjoying a snuggle with Rosie whose enthusiastic tale wagging often destroys the peace. This morning, however, it was a mechanical roar outside my bedroom. And lots of very loud conversation.
It was loggers and the roar was revving chain saws. That tree was coming down. I am a loggers daughter, a faller's daughter specifically. Fallers are the high wire artists of the logging world; ever so cocky and damn impressive to watch.
The logger today spurred his way up, trimming branches all the way to the top. Using ropes and pulleys to guide the bigger branches to ground in this residential neighborhood with buildings, roofs and fences easily toppled by massive chunks of tree in a downward path, he surgically and methodically removed all the branches without incident.
This is a small town and many people drove by to check out the process. They'd just stop in the middle of the street and observe the action. After one big section of the tree came down, I saw people applauding in their car! Gotta love it!
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