I picked up The Wild Trees because my husband and I were taking a road trip up the Northern California coast for a mini-honeymoon after our wedding. I had never seen the redwoods and thought it might be nice to know something about the region before heading up there.
The book turned out to be more a story of the tree-climbing subculture and the individuals who founded the movement, all kind of centered around the search for the biggest tree out there. Interesting, not super gripping, but informative and parts of it are pretty amazing. Makes me wish I wasn’t scared of heights or head injuries.
Rating: It’s short, worth the read
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