Red to yellow-brown bark fissured into small squares

Usage examples of lodgepole.

The stately disarray of lodgepole pine, Engelmann spruce, and alpine fir yielded to the rolling grasslands of Hayden Valley.

Jeep, a Martiniquais, who had forearms like lodgepoles sticking out of his olive-green T-shirt, turned around and smiled at him.

The driveway wound past spotlit boulders, tall, creaking lodgepole pines, stands of white-skinned aspens, thickets of chokecherry bushes, and blue spruces in perfect Christmas-tree shapes.

Sax saw some lodgepole pine, Pinus contorta, joining the more numerous white spruce.

At night, especially in winter, the Douglas fir and lodgepole and ponderosa pines whisper and shake and sigh, even on the leeward side of the hill where my cabin rocks to the gusts some three hundred feet above the valley floor.

I took an army entrenching tool out of the back of my truck, jumped across the stream on the north side of the road, and walked up the incline into the lodgepole pine.

I puffed up the last hunk of trail, which was all grown together with weeds and snowmelts, and there was that big sentinel lodgepole pine Dad always told me about.

Fording the stream where Caradec had encountered the young squaw, she rode higher on the mountain, angling across the slope under a magnificent stand of lodgepole pine.

Here and there among the forest of mounting color were the darker arrowheads of spruce and lodgepole pine.

They climbed two thousand feet in three miles with the trees dwindling and dwarfing until they came to a waist-high hedge of lodgepole pine, willow, and tough shrubs at timber line, a hedge shaved level across the top by the edge of storm winds, running in and out along the mountainsides at one height like the verge of green water.

He was still surprised at how run-down the layout was, despite how fresh the bark on the unstrapped bark of the mostly lodgepole pine construction looked.

Needles in a great old lodgepole pine stirred and whispered overhead.

There were also trees that looked like white and black oaks, firs, Western yew, and lodgepole pine.

Hours passed as he inspected specimens one by one, admiring in particular the spiraling trunk and branches, the flaking bark and sprays of needles, of one little lodgepole pine-like a piece of flamboyant sculpture, really.

This was a land for a man to love, a long, beautiful land of rolling grass and trees, of towering mountains, pushing their dark peaks against the sky, and the straight, slim beauty of lodgepole pines.