THE BORROWERS REDUX

This is another old entry (somewhat revised) that kind of explains, maybe, where my head has been and what I'm trying slowly to recover. I'm a logger's kid. I was raised in a timber economy and Oregon is still getting out the cut. Just not with the same size trees with smalleer crews. Mills are automated. That's partly economis and partly because a lot of people aren't stepping up to a job that is more dangerous than being a cop. Hey, I didn't go sifting through multiple sites and comparing them. This one is put out by the army reerve and loggers are at the top of the list. The cops are way down close to the bottom. 

At least an officer has some idea where the bullets are coming from (I'm no going anywhere near the shoot first and make excuses later scenarios). A logger can't predict where the widowmaker is coming from. (branch off of or part of a dead tree). Can't predict a land slide. Anyway,

There are redwoods in Oregon. This is down on the South Coast. Not as big as the ones in California. But hey, you take what you can get. 

Hopefully we’re coming to end of the “mining” of the forests era in the US. I truly hope so. I hope and pray that those who manage our resources will finally wake up and quit sniffing the perfume of Toxic Capitalism. A forest isn’t just trees it’s an ecosystem. There is this attitude from the late 1800’s through most of the 1900’s that any tree that dies naturally, falls and rots is wasted somehow. Believe me, it isn’t wasted.

There used to be this old rotting stump by the bike path near where I used to live in Springfield. The top of that stump was a whole little world of its own. There were a couple kinds of moss, some teeny, teeny mushrooms, and a few blades of grass. If you looked closely there were small insects, and maybe a miniature centipede or two trundling about in their own little world.

Back when there was less of me and my knees were more cooperative, I did some day hikes over on the coast. I'm humming Those Were the Days while I revise this. The Oregon coast has a network of state parks from border to border and there are trails of some kind in all of them. You come out of the trees into a little open space where a tree has fallen, and it’s like that stump, a whole little world of its own. There's moss, saplings, berry bushes, wild mushrooms and toadstools. Birds.  That tree isn’t wasted, it’s just finishing its life and nourishing the new life around it. 

The company that puts out this ad shall remain nameless. They like to remind us that the law requires

that trees be replanted to replace the trees that were cut. But, they don’t plant every kind of tree that was on that clear cut. They only replant the trees they want to cut. They’re planted too close together, the natural fertilizer that would have come from the last generation of trees is gone, and they have to use herbicides to kill the competing plant life. The new stand is never properly thinned and when it goes up in smoke somehow it’s mother nature’s fault not ours. It’s always somebody else’s fault.

Oh, and my dad liked to call trees like this "pecker poles." He didn't ever say why he called them that. I have my suspicions. I have to say that no self respecting wood pecker would try to build a home in trees this skinny. 

And let’s not even go into the sixties and seventies when the majority of the big company owned timber was exported as raw logs. They kept counting on timber from the federal and state forests to take up the slack. Federally owned and managed timber sold at cut rate prices. And I don’t know if this is still true, but half the time the sale didn’t include the cost of putting in the roads for the private company to use to haul out the logs. Funny how when it helps big business make a profit, it’s good for the economy but if a poor kid needs subsidized insurance it’s a drain on the economy. 

Maybe someday, sooner rather than later I hope, we’ll see this little ball for the space ship it really is and begin to show it a little more respect.

“We don’t inherit the land, we borrow it from our children.”  Native American proverb.

“We’re spending our kid’s inheritance.” Seen on a bumper sticker. Only George was referring to his money not the state of the planet. I've never understood the whole "cut it, pump it, fish it all" in this generation and not leave some for the generations coming after us. 

And I'm repeating myself, but you can only claim to own what you create. Nobody can own the land. We can use it, abuse it, build it up, tear it down, leave something better for our children or leave a wasteland. Our choice. Not even the rocks live forever.

Just a some appetizers on the thought menu.