When we were small the trees would call me. Their beckoning was so audible. The crooks in there trunks were perfect for climbing or maybe even sprawled perfectly for fort building. We spent hours climbing, trying to climb and hiding in branches of trees everywhere.Once in awhile I still run into a tree that calls my name. Sometimes I can't resist... it just looks like it needs to be crawled upon.This tree is no exception. Perfect for a youngster to hang in... or maybe sit for a spell with legs dangling. A spot for dreaming perhaps? Really, who could resist?We have loads of trees in our yard now, but none compare to this kind of perfection. In Elk River there are ample trees and yards available that offer this kind of fun! If you don't currently own any climbing trees, but would like to...
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