Cog in landscape

I have been having fun with my pseudonymous location and trying to do some really evocative landscape writing while still messing with my readers' assumptions about where I am. But you know, of course, that once I describe a tree the gig is up.

For what is more iconic and specific to certain regions of the West than its trees? I am afraid to even allude to them, they are so distinctive:

See? And each one has a very small and specific habitat, so it would be easy to find me, I think. And where is the fun in that? I enjoy confusing people.

And here are two popular non-native trees, since technically Los Angeles is in the West, although it should be crystal clear I am not there:

And these are eucalyptus, the incredibly flammable and stupid-to-have-in-California non-native tree. I couldn't find a good picture of the whole tree that also showed the long stringy bark bits that peel off and drip down, so I showed you a whole forest.

And here is a California oak just because I miss mom and dad's place. Although idiots have been just as assiduous at planting random palm trees around there too! Usually in the same block of strip-mall stores where there are a couple redwoods and a japanese maple.

So what do the trees at The Hot Place look like, and how will I describe them? We do have some trees around here, amidst all the heat and the smoke. Ooh, I know! They are very thin, and very tall, and they have wheels:

Just like that. See?:

Can you find my house? It's the one with the cats.