This is not a good climbing tree. It’s a good mazing tree. As in, That tree is a MAZING! Saw it this morning during my bike ride along the Potomac. I’d guess I see maybe half of the trees. The other half whiz by, beyond my consciousness, when I’m thinking about something else, and being somewhere else. My favorite ones, though — they shout at me, like this one, arms splayed. They wake me up.