Moving the Woods’ Edge
Workers arrived yesterday to clear the ground above the natural gas line that runs behind all the houses on our side of the street. Our back property lines all share a border with the same woods so most of the actual tree-cutting doesn’t technically happen in our yards. I think they took down one smallish tree that may have actually been on our property.
The 20 feet or so of forest they’re shaving off isn’t affecting the big-picture landscape, but it’s altering our little slice of things a bit.
These two trees for instance:
They’re both marked for removal by orange spray-painted dots, but the thing I’m going to miss is already gone: The scars you can see on these two trees are the result of a third which toppled years and years ago and wedged itself between them. You can see it about 30 seconds into this video clip. When the wind blew hard enough, the trunks of these three trees all bending and rubbing together made a great creaking, groaning, squeaking sound that carried a ways up and down the street.
Of course, the work is also uncovering some fine archaeological finds, like these boards – the last two I can spot from the tree fort my neighbor and I built when we were kids. It’s pushing 30 years that they’ve been nailed here, probably seven or eight feet off the ground:
Those were rungs on the ladder leading up to the fort, which was maybe 12 to 15 feet up. Check out this section of fallen tree which perfectly captures the “use whatever nails we can find and use them almost at random” aspect of our construction practices:
Seriously: That big spike near the top center has got to be eight or nine inches long. Where the hell did we get that? And the size and placement of those four nails tell me either a step or a floorboard must’ve gone there.
This has made me dig up recollection I started a few years back detailing all the forts we built during those long-gone summers, and now I want to walk around with my camera some more and try to track down and see what’s left of them.