I watched with amazement as they took the tree out with just four cuts, I took lots of pictures, and I waited patiently as they cleaned up.
And just like that, in less than two hours start to finish, the tree was gone. When they were just about done, I started hinting and then pleading for them to send me up in the bucket, and it wasn't even as hard as I expected; the guy in charge said "sure" without a second thought. I can't even tell you how excited I was. Other than our trip to Jamaica, this was easily the highlight of my year so far. Naturally I brought my camera up with me...
Here's the guy sending me up:
Here's the view north, looking toward the School Street beach that Bobby and I walk to almost every day:
Here's northeast. See the First Baptist steeple over on the right?
Southeast -- Beverly Harbor and the Salem bridge:
And west, toward the Kernwood Ave bridge:
Looking down toward our house -- see tiny Ben and Bob?
Here they are again, across the fence from the tree (now just a stump) that made it all possible:
On my way down:
When I was back on the ground one of the guys asked me if I was scared up there. "Are you kidding me?" I said. "I just watched your man chainsaw a tree from up in that thing. How could I be scared? That was FUN." He couldn't believe it. Most guys are terrified their first day on the job, he told me. But me, I love being up high.
I told Ben I was going to start driving around looking for more opportunities to go up. He didn't think it was such a good idea.