I was up before everyone else, and I lay in my sleeping bag, debating if I should climb down the ladder 20 feet to the ground, throw on my harness, and ascend the 35 feet to the skeleton of a platform on the second Douglas Fir tree, some 150 feet away. It was just after 5 a.m., in the middle of July 2014, and we were less than a month into building the …
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