My parent's house in Pennsylvania had a small stand of very old birch trees in a sheltered location in front of the house. They were very old but amazingly healthy due to being sheltered from wind and extreme cold by the house, I guess. They were the largest, oldest I had ever seen until now. I can't believe the size of the monster trees I'm seeing in Vermont. The trunk of the first one is almost 2 feet across. That's my hiking pole leaning against it.
And I loved the exposed roots on this one too.
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