A Treesome

There is usually a lot of thought that goes into a victory speech but the only thing that I could think of to say at the time was, ‘I’m so excited, I just peed myself!’  Let me explain.

Last year, I went for my first walk in LaConner, WA, with the NW Tulip Trekkers Walking Club.  It’s a club with members in Washington State and British Columbia.  (My other walking club is the ‘Vancouver Venturers).    It has been one of my favorite walk locations because of the many interesting sights, including the annual tulip festival, which attracts thousands of visitors.   But I also love LaConner for two very special trees – one a European Beech tree that was planted in 1890 and the other a majestic Oak tree near the marina parking lot.

At the time, I didn’t know very many members of the Tulip Trekkers but I remembered meeting Tim and Cheryl Fisher and Tom and Sue Wallace at a Christmas party in White Rock in 2017.  I joined their club in early 2018 but hadn’t managed to get to any of their walks until the scheduled walk at LaConner.  I had never been there before and didn’t know my way around the town but I found the start point at the marina and recognized Tom and Sue, the hosts, who were standing by their vehicle,

There were just four of us on that walk and I enjoyed touring the town and waterfront with them.  When we viewed the two trees – at opposite ends of the town – I had an overwhelming urge to climb them.  Tom must have sensed my wish because he offered to take a photo of me sitting on one of the giant branches of the Oak tree.  But I didn’t want to embarrass myself by trying to climb the tree – it was obviously too difficult to attempt without a small step ladder or by a friendly boost from someone and I wasn’t going to ask Tom or Sue.

I’ve returned to the town on several occasions and on each visit, I was haunted by my unrealized dream of climbing that majestic Oak tree.  When I saw the LaConner walk on the schedule for April 24th, I decided that I would finally attempt to climb the tree – and I announced my plans on the walk’s Meetup page.

When I arrived at the walk, Gretchen asked me if I was still planning to climb the tree.  I figured that she must have read my comment on Meetup.  Several other walkers were also aware of my plan and I’m sure that they sensed my excitement as our walk approached the marina.  Tom offered to give me a boost, so, there was no turning back.

I asked Sue Wallace to take some photos of me climbing the tree.

Tom and Stuart helped boost me up to the lowest branch and I was soon standing on the branch.  However, the climb down from the tree wasn’t as memorable and I was soon rolling on the ground like I did when I was a youngster.  I’m thinking that it was at least 60 years ago since I climbed and fell out of a tree.  Little Danny would be so proud of me.  The last time he climbed a tree, he fell and broke his collar bone.  This time, Danny only shattered is pride – but only for a second.  And then I started to laugh.  It was a great thrill.  Thanks to Tom and Stuart for being a part of the ‘treesome’ (boost), and Sue for taking the photos!

Here are some of the photos of the walk:

You’re never too old to climb trees and you’re too young to stop dreaming.  So, if you have a bucket list – climbing a tree should be at the top.  I no longer have a bucket list – I completed my last item ten years ago, after my cancer treatments – it was to live forever.

I hope that you’ll get a chance to visit LaConner and add your name to the list of tree climbers.  Better still, why not join our walking clubs and be a part of the oldest teenagers in the northwest.  Once again, it’s the Vancouver ‘Venturers in BC, and the NW Tulip Trekkers in Mount Vernon – both clubs are on Meetup and both also have websites.

Dedicated to Little Danny

Little Danny (1952)

Hugs,

Danny

Today’s tune from Danny’s library (purchased):

Twelve-thirty – lyrics

I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve thirty

Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talking

At first so strange to feel so friendly
To say good morning and really mean it
To feel these changes happening in me
But not to notice till I feel it

Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walking
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talking

Cloudy waters cast no reflection
Images of beauty lie there stagnant
Vibrations bounce in no direction
And lie there shattered into fragments

Young girls are coming to the canyon
(Young girls are in the canyon)
And in the mornings I can see them walking
(In the mornings I can see them walking)
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
(Can no longer keep my blinds drawn)
And I can’t keep myself from talking

Songwriters: John Edmund Andrew Phillips
Twelve – Thirty lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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