Ancient Forest Murmers

Monday, March 20, 2006

Dateline - Redding, CA

After days of frantic preparation, we finally set forth yesterday. By the time we left all we could do is drag ourselves as far as our daughters' house in westbound.

After the first night in Merybus in so long we slept like logs. Alas, we awoke to the sound of RAIN. We quickly dropped the lid and beat feet up the Trinity Highway (CA 299), landing in Redding in the afternoon, cold and very tired after going over two passes in the snow. We rest, motel bound, in a bed far less comfortable than the van.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Onward and Outward

I'm humming sea chanties as we make final preparations for our trip to the Southwest and hopefully all the way to the Atlantic.  Along the way I hope to sample some of the other flavors of ancient forest.  "Merybus", our veteran Westfalia (she's old enough not to get carded!" is ready as she ever will be.  The binoculars are stowed, as are the references.  Hopefully we will not have too much trouble finding connections for our laptop to continue postings.
 
Soon we should be among the Creosote Bush of the Mojave.  With the intense drought the prospect for spring flowers is poor, but it has rained some lately - I heard an inch yesterday in Tucson - so maybe all will be well.
 
We leave on the morning tide....
 
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

It's the Ides of March and so far 2006 is turning into a wet year in the redwoods. We have had less than 10 days without rain since the first of January. Old Growth soaks and filters the rain so that quick rises are a rarity. The water rises slowly, the color tinged slightly green.

Such is not the case on the logged lands. Mill Creek, which runs through the newly purchased Mill Creek State Park. Once the dream of Newton Drewry as the heart of a Redwood National Park, the new lands are heavily clearcut with hundreds of miles of in-sloped roads and numerous slope failures and failing culverts. I hope to become involved in the hands-on work of restoration on these lands. This stream is the last, best, hope for Coho in California.

We leave for a spring trip to the Southwest US through to the Carolina's to visit relatives. I hope to post comments on the ancient forests I encounter along the way.