Yup - it's a ripper...! - Rated 
Fabulous book. Well written, well paced, interesting characters well portrayed, and wonderful, wonderful, wonderful trees.
If you thought conifers were just leafy poles waiting to be bashed, trashed, mashed and stashed, open your mind up to a glorious reality with this book as a starter.
Okay so books are made from tree cellulose but this one is probably worth the pines downed (apologies to the plants concerned). But - Oh God - how can anyone chop down redwoods for little more than chipboard and patio freakin' furniture?!? Economics have to be mad, redwood trees prove it.
This book certainly cracks its subject. Check for Preston's description of a man falling 100 feet from a tree and attendant impact. Ouch. I MEAN - ouch! Search hard but you'll be going a long way before you come across a more deftly handled, but still curdling, gruelling, chilling account delivered in print.
My only gripe? It's got to be the lack of photos and perhaps some botanical diagrams to enhance the text. The illustrations (line drawings) are fine but I can do without a hard back edition, let's go straight to paper-back and give us more full-colour magnificant-ness of these largest, grooviest, long-lived and magestic of creatures.
Extra-terrestrials have GOT to be coming from all around the Universe just to see redwoods. Stands to reason. They are stupendous. So why the Hell are idiot humans still trashing them for fripperies? It's embarrassing.
Cavorting in the canopy - Rated
They're almost impossible to see properly. If you're near the base in a neck-cricking stance, the tops are lost in a maze of foliage. At at distance, its cousins and offspring surround the one you want to consider. One redwood in a grove becomes lost to view, while an individual obscures itself. They're impossible to climb, the first branches may not start for nearly twenty stories in the air - not your backyard beech or maple tree. The bark is difficult to grasp, and is held in place tenuously. It's little wonder that studying the canopy of the Coast Redwood defied not only attempts, but stifled interest until very recently. In this excellent account, Preston writes of the first Redwood explorers. They are worthy of his skill as a writer, and his subjects fit to stand with Columbus or Cook. Better, Aldo Leopold.
The pivotal character is one Steve Sillett, who followed an impulse to see what those canopies might reveal. He eschewed technology - no helicopter lift nor real climbing equipment in the beginning, Sillett "free-climbed" a "Sequoia sempervirens" just to see if he could do it. The event prompted a life-long love affair with these aged giants of the California mountains. His unending drive to learn more about how the trees grow and propagate, what other plants or creatures might occupy it and perhaps to discover mammoth trees surviving loggers' depredations, might lead some to brand him a "kook". Some already have. But Sillett's aboreal ventures are serious, particularly now as the climate on which these giants survive is seriously threatened.
Nobody, even somebody so dedicated as Sillett, climbs a redwood alone. Preston very deftly brings into our view those working with Sillett and with others. Michael Taylor, whose multi-faceted career deserves a book of its own, is introduced and followed through the twists and turns of his fascinating life. Marie Antoine, who was raised on an island in northwestern Ontario, ultimately becomes Sillett's wife. Their courtship at the top of a giant redwood is almost embarrassing reading, but their shared passions are more than merely physical. When her hips are strapped into a climbing harness, how does a woman relieve herself? At the top of a redwood you are clearly aware of the "redline" - the distance above which a fall is inevitably fatal. One of their group dropped fifty metres - yet fortuitously survived to climb again. Even so, Sillett and Antoine celebrated their marriage ceremony in the canopy - and the officiating minister was elevated with them. And he didn't have to shout.
The other quest, to find the tallest Redwood, is almost a separate story. Loggers have demolished much of the Redwood forest, but there are hidden enclaves where monster trees remain untouched - and unseen. Measuring their height is a two-step process, Preston explains. An estimate, immensely difficult to obtain and often done with crude equipment from hundreds of metres distance, must be verified. The only reliable verification is to - yes, climb the tree and drop a measuring tape. The quest seems endless, if only because access to the trees means exhausting forays through mazes of fallen giants. Their collapse is partly due to the strange root system. Unlike most trees, the Redwood has no taproot for resistance against winds. Since many factors, age among them, leads to giant trees with hollow cores, wind-toppled Redwoods are not uncommon. Over the lengthy life of a Redwood grove, many are felled. A particularly tragic case of this occurs when one of the measured giants, "Telperion", is toppled the year after its discovery. Preston provides general locations of some of the highest specimens, each given a name to certify its standing among the others. Such appellations as "Atlas", "Pig Snout", "Terex Titan" and "Hyperion" [the tallest yet measured] are now applied to trees - whose location remains a closely-guarded secret.
From California, Preston accompanies Sillett to Australia where "Eucalyptus regnans" competes with the Coast Redwood for aerial acclaim. Scaling them is no easier, as there are droves of land leeches to intercept the climbers even before they start aloft. They persevere to find a fresh wonderland in the Southern canopy. Preston, by this time, had undertaken climbing training and was fully prepared to meeting the challenges of climbing arboreal monsters. He is as infected by the tree-climbing virus as his subjects, relating his own and their feats with enthusiasm born of familiarity. Well illustrated with graphics by Andrew Joslin, this book is a landmark effort in describing a new breed of explorers and the wonders they revealed to us. [stephen a. haines - Ottawa, Canada]
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