Back in the evil days of doing away with the last of the old growth, we'd watch from a distance, fallers (I think they couldn't help themselves--just too tempting) launch trees off our rocky cliffs. We should have chewed them out, but it was also fun to watch. There wasn't much left of the tree after landing. :monkey:
And there weren't many trees growing in the rocks to launch.
And there weren't many trees growing in the rocks to launch.