From beneath an orange hardhat, the logger stares up at a conifer spire. The Douglas fir reaches more than 100 feet into the sky. It is as wide and hardy as he is and has been on this land nearly as long.
“That one there might be a little too big,” Ken Risseeuw says, finally.
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