Let’s try something new: Now that I am back out in the trees, I can finally use these letters to recount to you some of my actual tree-climbing experiences. So this month, let me tell you about an exhausting, but quite satisfying, day in the branches that I had a little over a week ago.
After gearing up (as described in my letter last month), I biked over to Johnson Park, which is just a couple of minutes away from my home, and contains several trees that I’ve explored before. I started with Tree #151 (I think I’ve mentioned before that I do not name trees, but I do catalog all the trees I’ve climbed, and distinguish them with numbers). 1
I’ve been in this tree a few other times before. It’s a good tree to warm up with as I start the day, because it’s easy to climb, but not very small, giving me an extended chance to get my muscles moving. It’s also (1) near my home; and (2) in a park that is not usually very busy, so that I can climb without attracting attention. Because of all these factors, it’s starting to become a favorite. The bottom has a variety of low branches that make it simple for a person of my stature (5′5″, 165cm) to access, which, again, is a nice way to ease into the day.
Being inside is like being encased in a bubble of green leaves. That’s not the case for every tree that I climb. Sometimes they have might have an entire side with few leaves, where you can see the outside world clearly. And some have plenty of leaves, but all the branches are clustered tightly together and everything closes in around you. This tree, though, spreads wide and is green all around. It feels roomy inside, while still cutting me off from the outside world. That is another reason I have come back to it a few times.