A few weeks ago a friend took me to his secret aspen grove in the mountains above Santa Fe, New Mexico. This grove is an ideal place to practice the art of aspen balancing: walking through the forest along the trunks of downed aspen trees. We spent all day traversing the grove, balancing on trees scattered like pick-up-sticks and the next morning, my abdominal muscles were sore from the effort. Balance requires core strength, in more ways than one.
I’ve always loved aspen trees, in part because their white trunks remind me of my favorite childhood trees: the huge sycamores growing between farm fields where I grew up in Amish Country, Pennsylvania.
I spent all last week camped in Gunnison National Forest, near Kebler Pass, above Crested Butte, Colorado. This area is home to one of the largest aspen groves in North America. Aspen groves share a communal root system and in some ways, entire groves can be thought of as one colossal organism. So I spent the week hiking in the midst of one of the largest living organisms on Earth. I wasn’t the first to spend time there: I found plenty of arborglyphs. No, I didn’t add my own carving. I like to think I’m making my mark on this world in other ways… 😉
Check out my other recently updated collection: Bare Bones, Skulls & Skeletons.