It looks like I’m in to looking up trees’ trunks given this and yesterday’s post. And I guess I am. . .
This is a tree that our family named “Big Boy” over three decades ago. It lives on our cabin’s property line in the Black Hills. It was old all those years ago so it is now Old + 30, I guess.
Recently, Deb and I made the pilgrimage up the hill to see this venerable giant, in part to see if there is any evidence that Big Boy had fallen victim to the tree beetles that are killing trees all over the Black Hills right now. His boughs are green and he stands tall, though there was sap leaking out a hole a few feet up his trunk.
We walked down the hill hoping that this huge pine tree wouldn’t let a few small bugs bring him down.