Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Debates With the Dearly Departed

Ok...so not exactly a short story, but a fictional piece none-the-less...in honor of John Muir's 177th birthday today, I'm sharing an assignment I wrote for class : "describe the difference between the conservation and preservation mentality towards timber management."  If you're not into trees, this will bore you to tears, so no shame in clicking the "close" window now...but if you're into trees, you might find this of mild interest.  And, any true "wall flower" imagines what it would be like to hang out and speak with those admired but long in-the-grave.


Moderator: Good morning listeners, and welcome to this installation of “Debates with the Dearly Departed.”  Today’s topic: Conservations vs. Preservation (with a focus on timber management).

Muir: Do you think we could refer to it as “management of forested trees” instead of automatically referring to trees as a commodity?

Pinchot: Seriously John?  We are getting this nitpicky already?

Moderator: Of course Mr. Muir. Scratch that listeners, you heard the man.  Anyways, shaken down to the most in-a-nut-shell summary, the definitional difference between conservation and preservation of forested trees, is the difference between using them sparingly to sustain into the future and keeping forested areas in an unaltered condition.

But, there is a greater nuance to the differences.  So, to help illustrate the details of the difference, we have today in the studio two men who are by legacy (if not by name) the Founding Father’s of each school of thought in natural resource management: Gifford Pinchot and JohnMuir. 

Welcome to the show gentlemen.  To start things off, let’s hear about your definitions of your schools of thought.  Mr. Pinchot, we will always start with you on each topic, including this one.

Pinchot:  Conservation means the wise use of natural resources for the lasting good of mankind.  The Forest Service mantra when it comes to the management of trees and all natural resources is that we should be intent on achieving “the greatest good for the greatest number in the long run.”  This is the foundation of conservation.

Muir:  Preservation means the protection of nature in order to keep it in its natural condition.  This is not only important for the health of the American landscapes, forests most especially, but it essential to the health of the Spirit of Man.  Because each of us “needs beauty as well as bread, places to plan in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.”  However, the issue is that, while “God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches and a thousands tempests and floods…He cannot save them from fools.”  And we, as the race of mankind, or too often fools in how we use and peruse our natural resources, which is why developing a preservation mentality is key for the, as Mr. Gifford said, achievement of the “greatest good for the greatest number in the long run.”

Gifford: Low blow John…

Moderator: Let’s keep the heat down gentlemen; we’re only just beginning our discussion.  But now that we have the basic definitions, let’s talk about each school of thought in the context of a few sub topics.

First: the Multiple Use & Sustained Yield Actof 1960.  This Act, as you both know, mandates that national forests be “administered for outdoor recreation, range, timber, watershed, and wildlife and fish purposes.”   Does this policy collaborate or clash with your conservation and preservation?

Pinchot:  For the most part this act is in step with the mentality of conservation.  By managing forests to meet the needs of all the uses listed in the Act, trees are made available for many uses for the good of the greatest number of people in the long run.  I’d also like to mention the ecosystem management approach, which exists in close collaboration with the purpose of this act.  What I mean here is that when timber management plans are made, they must take into consideration how human interaction with forested trees will affect not only the trees but also the ecosystem over all and consider each separate part of the ecosystem individually.

Muir: This is one point that Gifford and I mostly agree upon.  This act and taking an ecological management approach is in support of the mentality of preservation as well, although sometimes there is a danger of using either to justify the over exploitation of trees.  For example, I do believe that forests should be managed to allow for recreational use, because everyone needs to “break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods” to “wash your spirit clean.”   However, there is a danger of over-emphasizing one of the multiple uses (such as trail building and trail use for recreation) over another (like watershed maintenance).  All that is to say, we just have to ensure that all uses are kept in equal balance and that will ensure the preservation of our forest trees.

Moderator: Always good to start on a point of commonality.  Next, let’s talk about the Wilderness Act of 1964 and how that fits within both conservation and preservation.  As a reminder to our listeners, the Wilderness Act established protected areas of nature to be left unchanged and undeveloped.  These “wilderness areas” are within federal land boundaries, which means that both the National Park Service (championed by Mr. Muir) and the Forest Service (championed by Mr.Pinchot) are among the organizations that manages these areas.

Pinchot: To be honest, while the Wilderness Act doesn’t directly go against conservation, it does hinder and often lose sight of the foundational principle of conservation: achieving the greatest good for the greatest number in the long run.  Using timber specifically as an example to illustrate what I mean here is that the act’s narrow-sighted focus on keeping land in a “primitive” condition often creates an obstacle in managing timber resources for the common good.  Wilderness areas border right up next to national forests, which are harvested for timber products.  This makes harvest plans more complicated at times, in order to avoid making any changes to the forests “next door”, if you will, and this includes prohibiting the building of roads, which is what enables harvest to be practical and possible.  On top of that, if wilderness areas are not permitted to be thinned and if that also entails suppressing wildfires, in order to keep the land looking “natural” for the general public, then the chance of massive wildfires is increased.  These massive wildfires do very little to promote the “greatest good.”  In short – the Wilderness Act does help conservation but it also hinders it.

Muir:  The Wilderness Act was a great piece of legislation for preservation, and I am a devout supporter.  This act ensures that there are portions of land, including forested land, that are set apart as natural and untouched by man.  This not only allows visitors to access to areas of land to experience true wilderness, to get the pioneer experience of wild land that is central experience to American identity, but it also preserves the land as a sort of time capsule that exhibits what the United States originally was before we “civilized” it.  Having wilderness areas allows us to keep record of what the land should be restored to if we should find, in future decades, that the ways in which we have changed surrounding areas of land was not for the “greatest good,” as Gifford puts it.

Moderator: What do you both think of the management plans of the Sequoia and Sierra National Forests?  Do they jive with preservation and conservation in your opinion?

Pinchot:  Both plans I believe are well developed to promote the conservation of forest and timber resources for the “long run.”  If memory serves me right, the Sierra National Forest management plan states that it aims to “provide a management program reflecting a mix of activities, (and) allow use and protection of forest resources.”  It also incorporates the plans of various wilderness areas within the national forest.  All that is to say, the management plan is in line with both the Multiple Use and Sustained Yield Act and the ecological management approach, which are both cooperative with conservation.

Muir:  I mostly approve of the management plans and see them as collaborative with the ideals of preservation of those forests.  Especially because these management plans take into consideration the full ecological management perspective, which will better ensure the preservation of all forest resources, as far as is possible.  I think my main issue with the management plans is that they each incorporate timber harvest plans within them, which, definitionally, are not all that supportive of preserving the forest in its natural state.  Because, in order to harvest trees, changes the forest by cutting down trees and by the building of roads, etc. to move the trees to the mill.  However, I do especially think that the Sequoia National Forest’s implementation of the “National Forest System Planning Rule,” which mandates that any forest plan revision must be both grounded in science and be open to public input, is in support of preservation tactics.

Moderator: That is a perfect segue to my final discussion topic, what is the role of public opinion, emotions, and science in the implementation of conservation or preservation methods in forest management?

Pinchot: As far as conservation goes, I believe that both public opinion and science have important roles in the creation of forest management plans, but that constructing such plans based on emotional considerations should be limited.  I think that hearing the public opinion will allow natural resource managers to have a better sense of what the “greatest number” of people see as the “greatest good.” Then, finding the science to legitimize the public demands for the use and protection of these natural resources (especially trees) creates the foundation for wise conservation plans.   The problem with making management plans based on emotions is they are often misguided and only benefit a small amount of people in the long run.  The emotional objection to cutting down trees, for example, is blind to the need to use wood products in our everyday life, to meet basic demands to benefit the human population at large.  Such people who object to timber harvest often do not realize just how much they use wood products in their everyday lives.  Of course limitations must be placed on harvesting trees for human demands, and measures taken to ensure that forests are sustained into the future, but that is the perfect balance the conservation mentality creates.

Muir:  I think all three in perfect balance is what is needed for the preservation of forested trees.  Public opinion is essential, both to show politicians the emotional importance natural resources has to the public they serve, which will help guide them in making forest management plans, but also as a means to balance out the often cold and limited perspective of bare-bones science.  Science, however, is important because as Gifford mentioned already, management plans based too purely on emotion are dangerous, and I will add that they are dangerous to the preservation of trees.  For example, if emotion without science were used to make management plans, public desire to have fresh firewood for a family camping experience and in a family home would result in the harvesting of trees without limits, and could lead to completely deforesting certain areas.  On the other side of things, if science alone were used, say from the engineering perspective, then forested trees might be cut down without thorough thought to make room for a reservoir under the justification that scientific projections predict that the amount of water made available to the local population justifies the cutting down of so many trees.  The emotional input here, will balance out decisions made solely on science, which might otherwise rape the land of its wildness, and find an alternative solution instead.  Going into the crafting of forest management plans with a preservationist perspective will put an equal emphasis on including all three elements, and will lead to the wisest management plan in the end.

Moderator: Well gentlemen, that is all the time we have today.  Thank you for rolling over in your graves to make an appearance on the show today.  Tune in next week listeners when we speak with Henry David Thoreau and Theodore Roosevelet on what makes for a true “Wilderness Man.”

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Monday, December 29, 2014

Quagmire

Henry had been in this place before.  Or had he just been there for a long time?  He couldn’t be sure. The place looked comfortably familiar, intimate to him like the contours of his hand. But at the same time, the place felt inhospitable, a place one could not quite settle into.

While he got his bearings, he shifted the weight of his pack from the inside to the outside of the shoulders by sliding the straps ever-so-slightly away from his neck.  His curved fingers rested there, jammed between the strapped fabric and his protruding collar bone.  He wondered how long he’d been standing there alone.

He had followed someone to this spot, hadn’t he? He must have because he couldn’t recall the way.  But there was no one around. There was hardly any sound actually, just a periodic whisper of a breeze.

His voice felt oddly out of use.  When he tried to speak a questioning, “hello?” to recall to life anyone who might be in the area, the sound was deflated, atrophied, and weak.  Somehow not his own.  No one answered.  He cleared his throat, and tried again, this time louder.  Still nothing.  Not even an echo of his own shout.

His pack was heavy, so he concluded he couldn’t have journeying long if his supplies were still in such ample stock.  Yet, his legs felt like they might give-way at any moment.  He determined he better get a move on, but wasn’t sure where to move on to.  And, the idea of shrugging off the weight, and sitting down for a while to rest, or even laying down to sleep was so alluring.  Impossibly tempting.  The waring choices of sitting or moving raged with equal ferocity inside him, and he ended up just standing as he had been instead.  The internal argument felt a bit of deja vu.

As he glanced around he marveled at how neutral everything was here.  The ground was the most non-notable sort of brown, barely a color but color enough to distinguish itself from nothingness. 

The atmosphere was neither hot nor cold, so he was perfectly comfortable in his pocket-adorned hiking shorts and breathable button up shirt, but could have also added another layer if he had a notion to.  Maybe he would later.  Or maybe he wouldn’t. 

It wasn’t dark, but it also wasn’t exactly bright either.  Somehow the amount of light was just enough to see, but not quite enough to reveal all that was around. 

There was not any noise but there was not silence, there was some sort of something there that was playing around his ear drums, he just didn’t seem to be able to define it to himself nor find the direction of its origin.  He couldn’t resolve if that should disturb him or not. 

The weight of his pack began to pull mercilessly on his neck, so he let his chin fall to his chest to stretch it out.  Looking down at his feet he realized that he was standing 3 inches deep in some sort of mud.  How had he not noticed that before?  It wasn’t entirely unpleasant to be so, he mused, and his socks didn’t feel sodden yet. 

Catching a glimpse of his reflection in a puddle of murky water on the surface of the mud, he saw, an old man. He was, he was? Old?!

He didn’t remember being old, but now that he mentioned it, he felt ancient, past due, too long exposed.  But, he didn’t remember aging, he seemed to have memory of youth, an age he could not articulate, but certainly not white haired or wrinkled or worn.

The illumination of his age felt like being shook awake.  But he had started this whole process of observation sometime before, so who or what had stirred him to life? Or, perhaps the better inquiry : what had submerged him into unconsciousness?

There was no answer to that at the moment, so he tried to get his bearings instead.  There were no footprints leading to his spot or away from his spot in the mud.  This seemed to suggest he might have been here for a while, and had been here alone for a while, because the murky puddles had sufficient time to swallow up all evidence of direction. 

As he looked far off, the horizon seemed empty of any notable features.  He couldn’t decide if that was a pleasant discovery or not.  He also couldn’t decide if the emptiness was void in fact or whether the features of the landscape were shrouded in a thick fog.  He squinted into the distance, but this did nothing to clarify his vision.

His shoes were some sort of canvas sneaker.  And, it seemed strange to him that he would be wearing shoes too large for him to fill.  Why would he put on shoes that didn’t fit properly? Feet shrink with age, perhaps that was it.  As he contemplated how he was going to get out of here  (wherever ‘here’ was) he realized that within a few steps the interior of the shoe would be waterlogged and blisters inescapable.  He would have to take them off.

But he couldn’t crouch down to untie the shoes with his pack still on.  But, to take off the pack would mean laying it in the mud and thus permitting the muck about him to despoil its contents.  He would need the contents for the journey.  Right? 

He couldn’t sit down anywhere with the pack still on because there was nothing but sludge around him.  And he realized that the mud was intensifying, growing in depth, and he was beginning to sink.

In sudden decisiveness that comes with a wave of panic, he let his pack fall to the ground.  The absence of the weight felt so impossibly good that he paused for a moment in wry appreciate before he remembered that he was sinking in a quagmire and needed to untie his shoes so he could move away from this spot.

No sooner had he gotten both feet out of the shoes, they were swallowed up by the bog, certainly unretrievable.  His pack was sinking fast too and he realized he was now up to his knees in the black sludge around. 

He began to walk, or rather slog, through the sea of softness around him.  The first steps were on the edge of futile.  He told himself to move and his legs tried but failed.  But after several repeated efforts he successfully advanced a fraction of a centimeter.  He rejoiced aloud.  There was nothing to do but simply keep trying to move in the same direction he’d recklessly chosen.  That direction was as good as any other, it was better than standing still.

An uncertain amount of time passed, and after reflecting on his past, first step he realized that the movements were getting easier.  He could move an inch or so now with each step, and the mud was only ankle high now.  He looked back at where he’d come, but he couldn’t see where his shoes and pack had sunk and when he looked down at his feet he realized that in the idleness he had become to sink once more.

But he paused for a hair-of-a-second longer to marvel at his reflection.  He was no longer white haired, but now salt and pepper.  And he had fewer wrinkles around his eyes.  He wanted a closer look because surely he couldn’t be aging in reverse?  But, he had to move on, he was beginning to sink at a rapid rate.

The first steps were nearly impossible when get began, as they were before.  But this time the progress to greater speed and ease seemed to happen more quickly.  One step in front of the other. One step. One step. One step.

That was all the thought of for hours, perhaps days.  And, without warning, he nearly stumbled and fell.  He was on solid ground.  Not only that, but there was a cautious carpet of grass beneath his bare feet now, a bright hue of green that proclaimed it as freshly sprouted. 

The past lesson of "pausing leads to sinking" kept him moving but he stared at the ground as he walked.  Amazed at the green, amazed at the treasure of solid ground.  Without deciding to, he realized he was following a stream.  When he hedge a glance ahead toward’s the streams direction, his heart nearly stopped at the joy of seeing what unfolded in front of him: a gently sloping valley, lush in pine trees, the stream leading into the grove.  And far beyond, but not discouragingly far, was a mountain peak.  How had he not seen it before back in the mud?  He had looked that way, hadn’t he?

Motion was somehow all that mattered, and the stream the only friend he needed, and the pine grove and peak beyond the only call he need respond to.  He caught his reflection in the stream as he walked alongside it, and he was. He was? Young?!  His hair was a ashen blond and not a wrinkle to be found around his eyes.  But, he had been old. Had he not been old?

He didn’t paused to ponder this.  He began to run towards the pine trees, to the mountain peak.  He seemed to have too much energy to contain.  He didn’t stop to contemplate what kind of threatening creatures might live in the forest.  He didn’t stop to worry about how he would summit the peak barefoot or how he would survive the night without a sleeping bag, without a pack of food.   He still did not remember where he’d come from, and he hardly knew where he was going.  But he was running to get there.