I Love Redwoods
I was just passing through the forest as a tourist 20 odd years ago.I stayed.
A virgin redwood grove where the canopy towers 300 feet above you and sunlight filters down in misty little whisps,just like in a postcard sent from a magic faerie dreamland.
Hot damn,I want to hang out there.
Among thousand year old giants ?
Rain or shine .
It rains often,in the ancient rainforest.
It's quiet.
eerie in the stillness,
a bit otherworldly but so much of this earth,
a time before recorded history,
life cycles and timeframes which dwarf our conceptions.
They speak if you listen,you know
(and not just because I have eaten fistfuls
of certain mushrooms,well,err)
And the coolness is I get to go out next week and take part in our annual 'forests unlimited' planting session and poke a few hundred seedlings in the ground,on land with a conservation easement so that it will not be logged in perpetuity.Our group puts in 1500 each year,a tiny effort to stem the onslaught of deforestation.
Ever seen a clear cut up close? I don't recommend it.
Hopefully these new groves will prosper,we have a good success rate-though given our species voracious appetite for natural resources I'm given to cynicism at times. But if I can help leave a future grove,a future forest for our descendants to feel the same majestic wonder,then I'm down.A healthier legacy than this pile of plastic water bottles I see piled next to the desk.Yeah,a desk made out of an old growth redwood board that was going to the dump before I got ahold of it. people.sheesh. The largest tree ever recorded was measured at the site where our local supermarket now stands.There's a plaque,it's a historically noteworthy parking lot.
I'm gonna go get muddy and crawl through giant ferns soon. I'm stoked.
Sequoia Sempervirens Viva!
A virgin redwood grove where the canopy towers 300 feet above you and sunlight filters down in misty little whisps,just like in a postcard sent from a magic faerie dreamland.
Hot damn,I want to hang out there.
Among thousand year old giants ?
Rain or shine .
It rains often,in the ancient rainforest.
It's quiet.
eerie in the stillness,
a bit otherworldly but so much of this earth,
a time before recorded history,
life cycles and timeframes which dwarf our conceptions.
They speak if you listen,you know
(and not just because I have eaten fistfuls
of certain mushrooms,well,err)
And the coolness is I get to go out next week and take part in our annual 'forests unlimited' planting session and poke a few hundred seedlings in the ground,on land with a conservation easement so that it will not be logged in perpetuity.Our group puts in 1500 each year,a tiny effort to stem the onslaught of deforestation.
Ever seen a clear cut up close? I don't recommend it.
Hopefully these new groves will prosper,we have a good success rate-though given our species voracious appetite for natural resources I'm given to cynicism at times. But if I can help leave a future grove,a future forest for our descendants to feel the same majestic wonder,then I'm down.A healthier legacy than this pile of plastic water bottles I see piled next to the desk.Yeah,a desk made out of an old growth redwood board that was going to the dump before I got ahold of it. people.sheesh. The largest tree ever recorded was measured at the site where our local supermarket now stands.There's a plaque,it's a historically noteworthy parking lot.
I'm gonna go get muddy and crawl through giant ferns soon. I'm stoked.
Sequoia Sempervirens Viva!
