Now understand, I have never claimed to be an upscale prim and properly raised child. I have what I call down home hillbilly roots and some of the stories I may tell can prove that. However, even I had not participated in the following adventures of the shoe trees.
The first time I noticed one of these trees was while driving home to Baker to visit family. Of course I had to take a picture and made my youngest daughter, Kelli stand under it. I did not have time to find that photo which was while she was still in high school. However, since then I have taken quite a few photos, some of which are here and some are from other people who have taken photos. I used to think this was a unique
I have to admit it fascinates me to look at each of these trees and try to imagine who would want to throw their shoes up in a tree. I have seen for years the shoes tossed up on power lines and just assumed it was a prank of kids. Now I wonder. It is great to see all of the different types of shoes from sneakers, boots, sandals, high heels and even in one case just the sole of a shoe was all that was left.
These photos were all taken in Eastern and Northeastern Oregon. The drive through parts of this country is quite boring with nothing sometimes to look at but sagebrush hills. I've got to enjoy some form of entertainment don't I? Look at that hot pair of orange and green shoes. Those are the Beaver and the Duck colors...how sweet to honor the two opposing Oregon teams.
Now what I want to know is WHY? Why would someone begin a gum tree? Kelli was visiting her brother, Brian, in Baltimore, MD over spring break and brought back this photo. This somehow seems more gross to me than stinky shoes. I guess there is something to be said for this......or no, there is not.