A year ago, in February, we met some friends out on the coast for some winter camping. The Olympic Rain Forest did its thing and poured buckets on us the first night. The next day was unseasonably warm and we even saw a few young people out swimming in the waves. The screams made it sound pretty cold.
We met a man at the campground who recommended a book about big trees called The Wild Trees by Richard Preston. I remembered reading an article in the New Yorker about him and his interest in climbing trees. The book proved to be a good read and inspired another trip in search of the largest trees in Washington. Some are pretty easy to get to and they are BIG.