So I finished a book last night,
The Tree-Sitter. I caught a review of it in the Sunday paper over a week ago and knew I wanted to read it, so when my eye caught it on my way through Powell's on Saturday, I picked it up.
I do need to get one small bitchiness out of the way: the cover photo. I've seen it before, I think in Sunset magazine. There are people who climb trees and camp in them as a hobby. That's what the cover photo is. Real tree-sits look almost nothing like that. For one, they're much more patch-work looking and usually bigger. But they have tarps over them, and buckets hanging off of them (some for food, some for waste) and they're usually more securely attached to the tree--first windy day, and the person in that thing on the bookcover is motion sick over the side--not to mention possibly falling off/out or something. Not Fun.
Found a half-way decent shot of one from underneath:

I also found some pictures from Eagle Creek, although as far as I can tell, they're from a bit before I got involved in March of 2000, over
here. Oh, and I'm in
this picture somewhere. I don't know where. But I remember when that was, and I remember that dog. In the upper-right corner is a form of road blockade--the "pod" is partially supported by lines going through a metal ring attached to ropes high up off the ground, and then down to a rope across the road. It's hard to explain without drawing a diagram.
Anyway. I guess they had to pick something prettier for the cover of a novel. Even Julia Butterfly's book about tree-sitting didn't have a picture of the actual sit on the cover.
On to
( spoilerific stuff )Holy shit I wandered around a lot there mentally. I hope it still makes sense.
One other thing: The author of this novel is also a poet, and you can tell. She writes truly lovely descriptions, especially of the forest itself, and what it feels like to be in a tree-sit. *le sigh*