You might have walked pretty close to it! Treman Park, must have been one of the rangers that made it. The guy with the long white beard and a really rusty chainsaw.
I think I’d have noticed it if we’d walked past it, though I’ll admit to sometimes missing things that should’ve been obvious. Our visit to Treman was limited to the upper part of the park, so if this was in the section below Lucifer Falls we wouldn’t have seen it.
Steve this would be on the other side of the creek from the mill, north I guess, where there was a hotel back in the 1800s. But it is tucked away near the woods, as I remember, and you’d only see it if you wanted to scramble up the bank to the woods.
We parked in the lot next to the old mill but didn’t do any scrambling up the creek bank into the woods. All our scrambling, as you’ve heard, was back up to the parking lot from the base of Lucifer Falls.
I must admit I’m happy I got a different chair for my office yesterday. On the other hand, when I think how much time I spend here in front of the computer, it’s a wonder I’m not growing moss all over myself. 😀
Over the weekend I discovered a dog-eared copy of Washington Irving short stories in a stack of old books in my upstairs and so I’ll read Rip Van Winkle. Btw, on Saturday while I was people-watching in front of a coffee shop of the city’s Queen Anne Hill neighborhood, a fellow unlocked his bicycle and rode off. He was wearing a backpack with a prominent patch featuring the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, the yellow and black threw me off at first…….
Poor Mr. Van Winkle. He clearly was feeling his age when he got up and ripped the other arm from the chair. Even the nails couldn’t keep that from happening — that wood’s been sinking back into the woods for a long time!
I had no idea what a mossback could be. Now I know — it could be several things, but not a rolling stone, which doesn’t gather any moss at all. The variety of definitions tickled me: a resident of the Pacific northwest; an algae-covered turtle; a really, really slow adopter of anything new. It’s a fun term!
That chair is lovely! I once talked my dad into making me a chair out of a tree stump when I was about six years old. I’d been to a “lumberjack” show at an amusement park where men with chainsaws sliced up trees and turned out perfectly formed chairs. I had no idea that another actor just made a chair appear after all of the sawing and cutting. I really thought that people with chainsaws could carve chairs. My dad was up to the challenge though. With just two chainsaw maneuvers, he cut a wedge out of a tree stump so that it kind of looked like a “chair” with a back and a seat. I actually sat in it for a while.
Lovely! I sometimes come across these in the woods around here and am always delighted. Your’s has a nice moss cushion and welcoming plants around it. I’ve been thinking of painting one, with a girl perched in it and a stack of books surrounding her.
I’ve been reading that neighboring trees will continue to feed nutrients to the roots of a felled tree, so the seat may last for quite some time. Fascinating, isn’t it? I’ve also read of people who trained branches of neighboring trees to create trellises and rooms and whatnot. Boy, the possibilities~!
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I could spend a few years there. 🙂
😁
That’s a good find. Do you know its history?
You might have walked pretty close to it! Treman Park, must have been one of the rangers that made it. The guy with the long white beard and a really rusty chainsaw.
I think I’d have noticed it if we’d walked past it, though I’ll admit to sometimes missing things that should’ve been obvious. Our visit to Treman was limited to the upper part of the park, so if this was in the section below Lucifer Falls we wouldn’t have seen it.
Steve this would be on the other side of the creek from the mill, north I guess, where there was a hotel back in the 1800s. But it is tucked away near the woods, as I remember, and you’d only see it if you wanted to scramble up the bank to the woods.
We parked in the lot next to the old mill but didn’t do any scrambling up the creek bank into the woods. All our scrambling, as you’ve heard, was back up to the parking lot from the base of Lucifer Falls.
It’s a wonderful park but a whole lot of stairs!
A very satisfying nature shot! The tree stump with the rich green backdrop is right up my alley, Robert.
Thanks Peter!
Write your own story, I reckon…
Hard to outdo Washington Irving, even if he was retelling an old folktale.
True, that.
I must admit I’m happy I got a different chair for my office yesterday. On the other hand, when I think how much time I spend here in front of the computer, it’s a wonder I’m not growing moss all over myself. 😀
🙂 Yes I feel like that, too, some days!
🙂
That’s pretty neat and I like that one has to go into the woods just a ways to find it…..
Thanks Jason, I always liked that story a lot.
Over the weekend I discovered a dog-eared copy of Washington Irving short stories in a stack of old books in my upstairs and so I’ll read Rip Van Winkle. Btw, on Saturday while I was people-watching in front of a coffee shop of the city’s Queen Anne Hill neighborhood, a fellow unlocked his bicycle and rode off. He was wearing a backpack with a prominent patch featuring the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, the yellow and black threw me off at first…….
I’m glad that guy is advertising for us – I think when people hear “U of W” they think Madison, but Milwaukee is where all the cool kids hang out.
I tried to think up a story for this, but I got stumped.
😄 😁 thanks Dave I was running low in puns this weekend, we needed that!
Poor Mr. Van Winkle. He clearly was feeling his age when he got up and ripped the other arm from the chair. Even the nails couldn’t keep that from happening — that wood’s been sinking back into the woods for a long time!
He’s pretty typical, Upstate is chock full of mossbacks
I had no idea what a mossback could be. Now I know — it could be several things, but not a rolling stone, which doesn’t gather any moss at all. The variety of definitions tickled me: a resident of the Pacific northwest; an algae-covered turtle; a really, really slow adopter of anything new. It’s a fun term!
I didn’t know the other definitions! Just the old fogey one, but it’s perfect for the turtles, too.
So inviting, also amazing as the story has been on my mind.
Thanks, and that’s a neat coincidence, Paul! I’m a big fan of Washington Irving’s stories, made the pilgrimage to Sunnyside, etc.
Wow, wonderful. Yes, his stories are timeless.
Nice 😎
Thanks man
This is good. Like a walk in the woods.
Thank you, yes just so.
That chair is lovely! I once talked my dad into making me a chair out of a tree stump when I was about six years old. I’d been to a “lumberjack” show at an amusement park where men with chainsaws sliced up trees and turned out perfectly formed chairs. I had no idea that another actor just made a chair appear after all of the sawing and cutting. I really thought that people with chainsaws could carve chairs. My dad was up to the challenge though. With just two chainsaw maneuvers, he cut a wedge out of a tree stump so that it kind of looked like a “chair” with a back and a seat. I actually sat in it for a while.
what a nice dad!
And did you sit down?
No! Although a twenty year snooze sounds good sometimes!
Noooo, don’t do it! We would miss you.
Lovely! I sometimes come across these in the woods around here and am always delighted. Your’s has a nice moss cushion and welcoming plants around it. I’ve been thinking of painting one, with a girl perched in it and a stack of books surrounding her.
That sounds like a great idea, Melissa.
I’ve been watching this tree-seat for a while, and make a point of looking it up every couple of years
I’ve been reading that neighboring trees will continue to feed nutrients to the roots of a felled tree, so the seat may last for quite some time. Fascinating, isn’t it? I’ve also read of people who trained branches of neighboring trees to create trellises and rooms and whatnot. Boy, the possibilities~!