I love Ponderosas. The pleasant airiness stands of Ponderosas provide are the epitome of the West. We found this stand on a random logging road leading off a highway headed to the Painted Hills and John Day Fossil Beds in Eastern Oregon. It was warm and inviting; easy to walk through and enjoy. The little jigsaw bark is incredible the closer you get to it.
There we found an idyllic meadow. A hawk screeched above us, hunting for prey below. We found an immense log of an ancient tree that somebody had chopped down and probably used to carve something. Marcos rolled in the sawdust left behind in a bliss of pine odors that enveloped him for the rest of the day.
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