Meanderings on writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and life
On Today’s Bike Ride: Tagging Along to the Big Tree
This tree was here long before George Washington was born.
Poor Frieda was left at home when I went out to ride today. My husband makes a weekly bicycle pilgrimage to what locals call the Big Tree. Today, I invited myself along. He dusted off our 30-year-old Burley tandem, Tandy, and we took it. It’s the only way I can keep up with him.
We’ve nearly sold good old Tandy a time or two, and she’s spent long periods of time in storage. I’m glad we still have her, though.
Here’s the Big Tree, a 400-year-old (more or less) bur oak at McBaine, Missouri.
The tree is so big, it’s hard to get a photo of the whole thing.
Here’s Tandy:
Graffiti…grrr.
Spouse included for scale in this one.
The hubs is 5′ 10″. The tree is around 90 ft tall.
Some close-up photos of tree parts:
I always feel like someone’s watching me.Sunlit canopy.TreebeardGnarly toes
Think about it. This tree was here long before George Washington was born. I imagine it’s seen some things.
I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.
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