October 30, 2016
On the last morning of my 38th year I awoke 75’ up inside the arms of three trees: one towering cone-crowned Douglas Fir, its trunk deeply rutted like the lined hide of an aged elephant, plus two neighboring cedars, their fragrant and feathery fringes wagging above, below and between our skillfully strung arboreal Treeboat beds.
More
found in
Willamette Valley ,
Detroit ,
Guides & Charters ,
Tour Companies ,
Parks, Forests & Wildlife Areas ,
Camping ,
Trip Ideas ,
Outdoor Recreation ,
Attractions ,
Events ,
Back Country Guides ,