Trees in the Pacific Northwest are as varied as they are majestic. This celebratory guide features 54 of the most intriguing varieties in the region, providing identification tips, statistics, and fun facts for each. In addition, each profile will be paired with beautiful illustrations showing the full silhouette along with finer details such as a flower or leaf. Delighting both the curious observer and experienced arborist alike, this collection makes a perfect gift for the tree lover in your life.
About the Author
EMILY POOLE was born and raised in the mountain town of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. After receiving her BFA in Illustration from the Rhode Island School of Design, she returned west to put down roots in the mossy hills of Oregon. She can be found exploring tidepools and cliffsides, gathering inspiration and making artwork about our fellow species and how to be better neighbors with them.
Read an Excerpt
To live in the Pacific Northwest is to dwell in a kind of benevolent mystery.
You might spend an entire week here before it dawns on you, during a sunbreak, that a dormant volcano has been holding court behind the clouds all along. While hiking you could easily wander past chanterelles like those you’ll later savor at dinner, not recognizing their fanlike forms amid the camouflage of a plush carpet of pine needles.
On the water you might paddle in solitude—or yelp in surprise as a harbor seal pops up its whiskered face to see what you’re up to.
But the greatest secret keepers are our trees: tall, confident,
constant. They shield our homes from neighbors,
shade streams so the salmon can spawn in peace, muffle our voices with their branches, and offer our famously introverted population a retreat from our rapidly growing cities. The lush woods that fringe our towns and cities with every imaginable shade of green offer a warm, welcoming embrace and endless opportunities for exploration.
There are epic trees, ponderous evergreens far too fat to hug, bathed in mist or sun, nourished by abundant snowmelt. There are otherworldly trees, larches whose golden glow gleams atop mountain crests each fall. Walk along rocky beaches and you’ll glimpse madrones, their oddly smooth bark peeling in strips as they stand sentinel over waterways that once ferried explorers. That whoosh you hear during winter is the wind combing the needles of hemlocks and pines, spruces and firs. Better pull up your hood: the rain may have paused, but you’ll be shocked when giant drops eventually descend from limbs high above to trickle down your neck.
In town trees serve as landmarks. In the country the timberline forces us to hike ever higher to finally, finally
(finally!) ascend beyond the conifer crowns to be able to glimpse the payoff: dazzling mountain lakes, a sweeping view of the valley below, a peek at Mount Baker or
Adams or Hood, or Mount Rainier or Saint Helens or
Shasta shimmering in the distance.
Our native trees loom large in our imaginations because they’ve seen more than many of us will ever see in our lifetimes. And when our time is past, they’ll remain to witness the future.
We hope this book helps you feel even more at home on your next hike, ski run, or picnic now that you’ll be better able to recognize your neighbors.