Climbing Widow Makers
When I was a child I loved climbing into our apricot and French plum trees. Climbing was fun, eating the fruit was better. My dog Rex would sit under the plum tree waiting for me to give him some fruit. Yes, a dog eating plums.
But I grew out of the desire to climb trees after my preteen years,
while the botanists and other men and women in this book continued to climb, sometimes to their deaths.
This book is about finding the tallest tree in the redwoods, but why they had to then climb them after measuring them from the ground, I do not know. It is just that I don’t understand this desire, except to say that they had found huckleberry bushes growing in them as well as bonsais. This would make them worth climbing, that is, if it were not so dangerous.
The author spends a few beginning chapters talking about the deaths of people who had climbed these tall trees, and he was very graphic in giving these details. I could have gone without this. If you are squeamish, you may wish to skip the reading of this section in the book. It rather goes like this, kind of:
1. You can fall on your head, and then your head will split open, and your brains will scatter on the ground, everywhere. Your spine will be broken.
2. If you fall on your belly, your guts will come streaming out of your belly button in what will look like a very gruesome umbilical cord. Your spine will be broken.
3. If you land on your feet, your feet will fly off in all directions by the force of it all. Your spine will be broken.
4. If you land on your knees your kneecaps will spin around and end up in the back of said knees. Your spine will be broken.
The climbers in this book prefer trees to relationships, or so it seemed, but when they married, trees were still the biggest part of their lives.
A forest, to me, is a place to walk, not climb unless it is over a boulder, a small one. It is a place to enjoy nature, not put myself in danger. Speaking of which, the climbers never talked about seeing bears. That would keep me out of the woods, unless I was with some people who knew how to handle bears.
Still, even though I have no desire to climb a tree, this book was fascinating. The climbers sometimes slept in the trees. One mooring one awoke to flying squirrels climbing all over him. Animals in the wild, at least those who have never seen a human, have less fear of them, and in this case they had no fear at all.
And I liked that they had found huckleberry bushes and bonsai trees growing in the redwood trees, and there were strange insects as well. Then in Australia, when they were checking out other kinds of trees, they had problems with ground leeches. One man put his jacket on the ground and sat on it, but before long leeches were all over it and him. I must say, Australia has the strangest creatures. The more I read a about Australia’s strange and dangerous creatures, the less I wish to visit the place.
So, if you love nature and trees, this is a good book to read.