Anyone who has been to the White Mountains and seen the Bristlecone Pines there has probably come across this amazing creature. It's not just the rarified air at that altitude that leaves you breathless. The sun beats down on bare ground and bristly growth, and the trees--scoured to the heartwood in many places by bitter winds--stand twisted and bent as they continue to reach skyward. They are ancient beings that thrive in such an environment. By what magic do they exist, I wonder...
Anyone who has been to the White Mountains and seen the Bristlecone Pines there has probably come across this amazing creature. It's not just the rarified air at that altitude that leaves you breathless. The sun beats down on bare ground and bristly growth, and the trees--scoured to the heartwood in many places by bitter winds--stand twisted and bent as they continue to reach skyward. They are ancient beings that thrive in such an environment. By what magic do they exist, I wonder...