The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.
—John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
Steinbeck didn’t live to see the work of a team of tree-climbing scientists who have now photographed two of the largest trees in the world: The President, a giant sequoia in Sequoia National Park featured in the breathtaking video above; and, in 2009, a coast redwood in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park.
Redwoods are spiritual beings to me; the redwood forest is my cathedral. When I need to get in touch with the universe, I go find a redwood. There is a little grove of coast redwoods in Bidwell Park within walking distance of my house; they were brought here as seedlings from Arcata. I visited the coast redwoods and the sequoias several times as a child and have returned many times as an adult. It’s like a pilgrimage to Mecca.
A picnic area in the park near my house; these redwoods are just babies.
Fifteen years ago this month, on December 10, 1997, Julia Butterfly Hill embarked on one of the most heroic direct actions I have witnessed in my lifetime. She is one of my most cherished role models. Julia ascended a 600-year-old redwood tree named Luna in Humboldt County, CA. Her intention was to take her turn at the tree-sit, an ongoing action to stop Pacific Lumber from clear-cutting the ancient Headwaters redwood forest and causing widespread environmental devastation. She expected to be in the tree for two or three weeks. But Julia decided not to come down until she was sure that Luna would not be cut down. It took more than two years. For 738 days, Julia lived on a couple of six by eight foot platforms, 18 stories above the ground, where she survived two brutal winters, helicopter assaults and intense loneliness. She said that Luna’s love kept her alive; she felt “the heartbeat of Mother Earth” in Luna’s bark. Julia discovered that Luna’s sap ran a lot more than usual when nearby trees were cut down; she said it was Luna’s way of communicating grief.
We have Julia and her fellow environmental activists to thank for providing inspiration that continues today with the Tar Sands tree-sit action in Texas. The Headwaters Forest Defense group also faced violent, oppressive tactics from their opponents; you may recall the incidents in which Humboldt County Sheriff’s Deputies and Eureka Police Officers used Q-tips to apply pepper spray directly to the eyes of eight non-violent protesters in 1997. In 2005, an eight-person federal jury returned a unanimous verdict for the activists, finding the County of Humboldt and the City of Eureka liable for excessive force in violation of the 4th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. Now such behavior is only “objectively unreasonable.”
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Tragically, more than 95 percent of the original, old growth redwood forest is gone. But thanks to people like Julia Butterfly Hill, a lot of what remains is being protected. The agreement Julia reached to save Luna resulted in the creation of the Headwaters Forest Reserve, nearly 7,500 acres that is now public land under the stewardship of the U.S. Department of the Interior. Save the Redwoods has been raising money to pay for these priceless trees since 1918; at the moment, they need to $8 million to save some of the last old growth redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Perhaps most encouraging of all is the work that is being done by the scientists mentioned above in the National Geographic video. Steve Sillett, Marie Antoine and others from Humboldt State University figured out a way to climb into the canopies of redwood trees 300 feet in the air—a place no human had ever previously occupied. They discovered an entirely new ecosystem—enormous horizontal branches which themselves supported vertical trees the size of those in your backyard. They found moss, lichens, ferns and huckleberry bushes sprouting in the soil that collected on the huge branches. They found spotted salamanders.
They also figured out how to accurately measure these behemoths. A team of five climbers spent 20 days measuring one of the largest coast redwoods, a 320-foot-high tree they named Iluvatar. The crown of Iluvatar contains a forest of 220 vertical trunks. It is one of the most structurally complicated living organisms that has ever been discovered. Richard Preston wrote a book about the “lost world” of the redwood canopy; it’s called The Wild Trees and it’s absolutely fascinating.

A photo from our trip to Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park; somewhere in this forest is Iluvatar.
Coast redwoods, which can grow to over 300 feet, are the tallest trees in the world; they live about 2,000 years. Some of them were around during the Roman empire. Giant sequoias are somewhat shorter (250 feet) but much more massive. And much, much older. The oldest recorded speciman was 3,500 years old. Some of these ancient beings sprouted during the Iron Age, at the beginning of the Mayan calendar and the 1st Dynasty of Egypt. And they’re still growing. That’s what Sillett just discovered when he set about measuring The President, the 54,000-cubic foot giant in Sequoia National Park:
“I consider it to be the greatest tree in all of the mountains of the world,” said Stephen Sillett, a redwood researcher whose team from Humboldt State University is seeking to mathematically assess the potential of California’s iconic trees to absorb planet-warming carbon dioxide.
The researchers are a part of the 10-year Redwoods and Climate Change Initiative funded by the Save the Redwoods League in San Francisco. The measurements of The President, reported in the current National Geographic, dispelled the previous notion that the big trees grow more slowly in old age.
It means, the experts say, the amount of carbon dioxide they absorb during photosynthesis continues to increase over their lifetimes.
[snip]Giant sequoias grow so big and for so long because their wood is resistant to the pests and disease that dwarf the lifespan of other trees, and their thick bark makes them impervious to fast-moving fire.
It’s that resiliency that makes sequoias and their taller coastal redwood cousin worthy of intensive protections — and even candidates for cultivation to pull carbon from an increasingly warming atmosphere, Sillett said. Unlike white firs, which easily die and decay to send decomposing carbon back into the air, rot-resistant redwoods stay solid for hundreds of years after they fall.




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For these beautiful old souls, Judi Bari died. For these, Julia Butterfly spoke out, and lived within the limbs of one of the wise ones, Luna.
Thanks for the pictures and the report, HotFlashCarol.
I remember a report that Reader’s Digest had printed. The article deplored all the “merger mania” that was going on in the early 1990′s. And how a nicely valued and conservative lumber firm that took care of the old growth first got bid on and then acquired by a ruthless money maker. Then about a year later, lumber men were ordered into a grove of previously protected old growth trees.
And the impact of those beings slammed all of them hard. The men were so swept away that they simply stood in awe. For once, they weren’t able quickly to switch the power saws on and begin hacking. They were too dumbstruck by beauty and wisdom and whatever else (intelligence, Spiritual adeptness?) that these huge eco- systems possess.
I don’t know exactly what that “whatever else” is, but it is something. I honestly don’t know how they were able to cut down 95 percent of them before enough people said Stop!
Awesome post. Recommended
PS Bidwell Park was a stand in for Sherwood Forest in the Robin Hood starring Errol Flynn
Forgot to add, this should be promoted to the front page as well
Thanks, John! Yes, that bit of trivia is something my husband told me the first time we ever went to the park. One of these days I’m gonna watch that movie; I’m sure I’ve seen clips from it but I don’t know if I have seen the whole thing.
They really are magic
thank you
and it is blasphemy to cut them down
Recommended.
Tweeted.
Recommended.
I know. I get prickly when I read stuff about “sustainable forestry” but I suppose it’s better than “unsustainable forestry.” And there seems to be some recognition that people aren’t willing to lose any more old growth forest.
Thanks Boo!
Ok, the 95% cutdown figure is a REAL bummer. As a sign at one of the many Visitor’s Centers in Humboldt declares: stretching from the Oregon border to south of Big Sur, the intact Redwood forest must have been the most magnificent on Earth.
I don’t doubt it, but here’s the good news. I spent 6 years in Humboldt County and folks let me tell you, these trees come back FAST. Young trees can grow 6 feet in a year and they are just itching to sprout up anywhere under the right conditions. In fact, not to dispel the mystique, but locals sometimes jokingly refer to them as “Redweeds.”
So, for all the reasons mentioned by HFC in this piece let’s cheer on these hearty and aggressive ambassadors. Perhaps in their salvation lies our own.
More trivia (although nothing about Redwoods is trivial)
This Redwood (Sequoia sempervirens), outside what looks like the North entrance to the State Capitol, is an Apollo 14 Moon Tree
The redwoods are one of the things I miss, having moved from the Bay Area back to KC. Muir Woods was a regular place to go, and because it is extremely accessible, it was a great place to go when less-than-athletic friends and relatives from back east came to visit.
Indeed. They’re also all clones of each other, and when a taller one dies out and a shorter one is exposed to more sunlight, it grows really fast. So what if we just let them grow? What a concept, huh?
I didn’t know that. How cool!
Thanks for this, HFC. My family camped at Prarie Creek when I was a kid, and I’ve never forgotten the magnificence and spirituality of the place. Stays with one for a lifetime.
I love these trees too. When I lived in California, I visited them every chance I got. Muir Woods is close to SF and I got there often.
The Giant Sequoias in Yosemite’s Mariposa Grove were the best for me though. There is no describing being among them. I was able to be there alone a few times, a remarkable experience.
I feel spoiled here in Chico, surrounded by all sorts of trees. As much as I love the redwoods, I can’t live in Humboldt because it’s just too foggy and dreary – of course, that micro-climate is what keeps these trees alive.
To see a redwood simply takes your breath away. They are so huge and old. They are things that everyone should try to see along with the Grand Canyon. Stunning to the senses and awesome.
It’s one of those things you must do if you possibly can. I may never make it to Paris, but I’ve been to the redwood forests.
My uncle was a Methodist minister and he was the “guest minister” or whatever it may have been called at Sequoia National Park one summer when we were kids. We spent two weeks there; it was absolute bliss.
Young redwoods grow most successfully among old growth redwoods.
You can’t just create a new redwood forest from scratch.
Yeah – even these magic new pictures don’t do them justice. The majesty, the quiet, the sense that they have been around since before there were even humans to cut them down – is overwhelming.
I noticed when I was there among the very oldest that people spoke very quietly as if they were in church. It does have that feeling.
They are so calm, so patient.
I’d like to put in a good word for the Hartwick Pines in Michigan. Not as majestic as the redwoods but the white pines there are what is left of a forest that covered much of the mid-west.
They share that special spirituality.
I used to cross-country ski among them.
That was nice.
There’s something magical about all trees – at least to me. Wish we had more left alive.
The pictures work for me, in part because I’ve been around redwoods before. Just looking at them, I can feel the foggy moisture and the spongy ground, smell the moist decomposing forest floor, and smell the redwoods themselves. Oh, and I can see the banana slugs crawling along the forest floor, too.
If you’ve never walked beneath them, do not pass go, do not collect $200, just hie thee to the West Coast and make your way into whatever grove strikes your fancy.
No, I’m not a paid shill for the National Park Service, the California Board of Tourism, or the Friends of Large Coniferious Forests. I just know what I’ve seen, and wish that more folks would get out there and see the same thing.
On the one hand, I am grateful to the families who “saved” these trees; there’s a story about that on your link, hpschd, and a couple of others in my links above. A family in Santa Cruz stands to get $8 million for the trees they “own.” And that rat bastard from Pacific Lumber in the Julia Butterfly video says that they made the deal with her “due to concerns about her health” and because she agreed to pay them $50,000
million(not her personally, but still). The history of how these forests came to be “owned” by white Europeans is pretty scandalous.I used to live in Southern Humboldt. We were about six miles off of the Avenue of the Giants. Garberville was the nearest substantial town. It’s not foggy and dreary in Southern Humboldt. The summers are long and hot. The winters are winters with plenty of rain and some snow, but also lots of mild and relatively warm days.
The environmentalists and etc agreed to pay $50,000 for the tree and buffer zone, not $50,000,000.
Last weekend I had to take down a 25 foot tall 20 year old beech. It had died of a leaf blight that is taking many beeches here in Toronto.
I will, however, use the wood in harpsichords, so it will continue to have a kind of life.
I try to plant trees to replace the wood I use. Mostly Linden, Poplar, Oak, Maple, and Cherry.
Decades ago, I helped my father plant 1,000 pines trees on his land. Many of them survive and are 40+ feet tall. The plantings came in a box, 1,000 for $10 in 1958 from the state.
That tree in the first video “The President” at 3,200 years old would be about 300 years older than the dating system (AUC – Ab Urbe Condita – From the Founding Of the City, prox 753 BCE)used by the Romans for their civilization. :)
Another great thing about the Redwoods area in general which I’ve admired for years is their Symphony, the Redwoods Symphony.
They are quite special and unique, just like the forest.
I’ll have to keep Mr. HFC from reading that or we’ll be moving to Garberville. In fact, I think it was on our list when we were figuring out where to go.
Thanks for the correction; I fixed the comment. I knew it was $50,000 but I was probably just $50 million worth of outraged. :)
Maybe “The President” should have a more appropriate name, given its age. :)
Thank you, hotflashcarol, and recommended. I fondly remember Muir Woods also, and also the mighty sequoias. I was hunting about to find you something to match on the trees of my native land, the kauris – videos weren’t tracking too well, sorry, and the one trailer for a new movie seemed to me exploitative (same ‘sustainable forestry’ pitch) though it was interesting. But here’s a bit from good ol’ wiki that I think would be applicable to redwoods as well:
“Today, the kauri is being considered as a long-term carbon sink. This is because estimates of the total carbon content in living above ground biomass and dead biomass of mature kauri forest are the second highest of any forest type recorded anywhere in the world. The estimated total carbon capture is up to nearly 1000 tones per hectare. In this capacity they are bettered only by mature Eucalyptus regnans forest, and are far higher than any tropical or boreal forest type yet recorded (see Keith et al. 2009, PNAS, http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2701447/ ). It is also conjectured that the process of carbon capture does not reach equilibrium, which along with no need of direct maintenance, makes kauri forests a potentially attractive alternative to short rotation Pinus radiata forests, for example.”
If that’s what it takes to get our ancient forests expanded before they disappear entirely, I am all for it.
tweeted and recommended with thanks hotflashcarol… the time i spent living among them in boulder creek was very very special.
Magnificent post, hotflashcarol. Just what the doctor ordered. Lying down in a redwood forest and looking skyward is dizzying beyond belief. Imagine what lies among their boughs: priceless!
I always learn something in these threads, so thank you for that. I didn’t know what a kauri looked like, and now I do. Their massive trunks almost look like palm trees. Very beautiful and unusual.
Thanks Suz. :)
It was ridiculously exciting to me to read about what is going on up in the canopy when I first got hold of the book a few years ago. The common wisdom had been that since the bark supports so few insects and the bottom of the forest is fairly shady, there was little else in the way of critters in a redwood grove. It turns out that we just aren’t tall enough to see what’s really going on.
Thanks so much HotFlash, for this post.
Living in California, I have camped many times withing the sanctity and sacredness of the Red Woods.
A real contextual moment in time.
Thanks Demi. It seems to be a universal experience.
:)
John, there are a couple of those Apollo moon trees here in Monterey, CA (where I am doing a short term work assignment) as well.
Some years ago, we had a camping trip planned for Northern California. We stayed at Pfieffer, Big Sur the night before we went more north and met Suzanne at her Little Cottage in the woods.
It was a great trip, all the way around.
Wonderful post.
Added to that is I have two sequoia semperverins growing right next door to me, one on either side of a marvelous front yard, maybe 35′ apart. Not nearly so tall obviously, but they do grow in northwest Oregon, Portland actually.
I witnessed the cutting of the trees near Mendocino. I was commissioned to do so by a major lumbering concern.
I could barely finish the assignment, it was so painful. Why I took it I’ll never figure out. Yes, I loved the area around Mendocino but it took barely a glance into the woods just outside of town to see the trashing being done.
Big Sur is on my list of places I need to get back to, ASAP.
I’m sorry that’s such a painful memory. I know that a lot of people’s livelihoods rely on the lumber companies. I have to remember that many of them are conservationists too, at least to some degree. The people who lived near Headwaters were the ones most immediately affected by the mudslides and all of the consequences of clear cutting. As usual, the capitalists have taken us to the edge of extinction.
Great diary, recommended!
I’m not sure about that. I have lived in places that were nearly desert and, given enough water, planted redwoods seemed to do OK even in the dry desert heat. I read somewhere that there are planted redwoods growing in every state of the Union.
Has anybody ever tried to create a redwood forest from scratch?
A grove of Redwoods does act as a mutual buffer against wind toppling by virtue of numbers and the interwebbing of the trees’ extensive, shallow root sytems. That’s why the old practice of clear cutting and leaving ONE tree standing out in the middle of the devastation to reforest didn’t work well. Alone and anchorless, the tree fell with the 1st big windstorm.
Still, and I am NO fan of logging, I have been encouraged at how robust a 2nd growth forest can be. It isn’t , for now, an old growth forest, but it’s on its way and maybe someday we will have the foresight to protect them.
I’d love it if you could re-plant a cleared redwood forest.
A forest is a lot more than trees.
Mosty what I’ve seen re-planted is a crop of lodge-pole pines planted so close that you can’t get between them. They are harvested when they are big enough to make 2 2x4s. I’ve seen 4x4s that have bark on all 4 corners.
Redwood does not make great timber. When the really big trees fall they break into 15-20 foot sections (as did the Fallen Tunnel Tree).
I’ve seen it mostly used for decking (which really pisses me off).
The wood is rot resistant but splits very easily. I do not use it, and I would not.
I have seen one harpsichord with a redwood soundboard, it was not a success. Another had a redwood bottom – it cracked and split in a dozen places.
Redwood is used for the plug in a recorder’s fipple – it does not swell up when wet, so it won’t spit the mouthpiece.
On the Olympic Peninsula I’ve been horrified by clear cutting. Generally, a band of forest is left standing on both sides of a well traveled road, so you can’t always see it. Get off the main route and it looks like it was bombed.
DAMN!
BTW, that’s a redwood forest in the end of Star Wars “Return of the Jedi”
Probably George Lucas’s back yard.
You’re right, it’s Muir Woods. And that might as well be his back yard.
Thanks again for this great diary hotflashcarol.
It really got to me in many ways.
Very many happy an peaceful memories of these friendly giants.
Hey hotflashcarol, great diary!
Whenever the subject of redwoods comes up, the first thing that flashes in my mind is a picture I saw as a kid of a huge redwood with a tunnel bored through it and a car, either driving through, or parked in, the tunnel. I’m guessing it must have been the Wawona Tree Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park, unless there are/were others elsewhere.
I remember wondering how the poor tree survived :(
Nowhere near the stature of the magnificent and venerable redwood giants but we have a unique ecosystem and some stalwart if diminutive geriatrics in our own back yard along the Niagara Escarpment, eking a symbiotic living from the rock crevices.
Link to a WI DNR publication, here.
The first time I ever saw a Redwood, was when I was about 5 years old and my family did the vacation thing (like the movie, only there were about six of us kids, not two).
We had a van, a Dodge van, that my Dad converted into a homemade campervan. He put in a mini fridge, cots, an electric light outside the back door, storage spaces, a couple hookups so one of us could sleep on kind of a hammock like Gilligan, a tent, coleman stove and lantern, fishing gear.
And we all piled in, and tried not to get into too many arguments because my Dad — if you asked me what celebrity he most resembled, I’d have to say John Wayne looked like him, not the other way around — you didn’t want my Dad angry. My Dad was a Marine in WWII, he didn’t play one on a movie.
So we came out West. One of my younger bros and I got sunburned when we stopped at Salt lake City when we went swimming in the Great Salt Lake. Stopped in SoCal visited both my Grandmas and my Great Grandmother and Great Grand Father. Did the Disneyland thing. Went to Malibu, and swam in the ocean. My younger brother and I rolled out Tonka trucks into the surf as the waves came in and they surfed back to us, riding the waves.
Then went North along the PCH. Went to San Fran. Was impressed with the hills, cable cars, and Golden Gate
Then we went to see the Redwoods. My neck really didn’t get sore from looking up at them, because I was five, but it would have, if I’d have been older. They were sooooo tall. We found the tree you could drive a car through, and I think we just walked through it. It was a cool humid foggy day
Love the Redwoods
Another amazing forest is in British Columbia, a temperate rainforest
Fixed, I hope
http://www.marietta.edu/~biol/biomes/temprain.htm
There are trees you can drive through on the Avenue of the Giants; one of these is probably what you’re thinking of. Redwoods can be practically hollowed out by fire or whatever and still be alive. There’s a big fallen log in Sequoia that you drive your car up on top of; we have such a photo of our VW bus in some box somewhere.
My family put the “fun” in dysfunction but I still have great memories of car trips throughout California and the west. It seemed pretty glamorous and exotic back then.
Having had a few guitar tops of German silver spruce and also some old growth Sitka spruce that I acquired and used in the mid 70′s to build a few instruments, seeing the tight annular ring structures in the quarter-sawn old growth woods and imagining the forest before humans managed to destroy so many of them was always a fascination and wonder to me.
I imagine the link you have provided will mention or show the magnificent Sitka spruce.
A really great diary and comments hfc. Very Much Appreciated by this life-long wood aficionado and living forest, tree hugger.
Thank you. (Deja vu, there’s something happening here).
Thanks for this. I’ve visited these sacred grounds many times and its’ beauty and spiritual power cannot be measured. In the mystical and the mist I’ve found these trees to be beyond mere words. Thanks, again.
Found them
http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/planetary/lunar/moon_trees/friendly_plaza_tree.html
Scroll down for a list of most of the Moon Trees
http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/planetary/lunar/moon_tree.html
I have some very fine grain quartered sitka for my soundboards. It is BC grown and was harvested 60 years ago – backer boards from guitar top veneers. The best tone wood I have ever seen or heard.
BC Engleman spruce is highly prized for instruments. The loggers cannot tell it from Douglas Fir so it gets cleared along with the fir. Such stupidity.
I love wood, I love trees. I try hard to be respectful and not waste any. I hold on to all the scraps, hoping to find a use for the smallest pieces. I use mostly hand tools to get a better understanding of the nature of the wood. I expect our instruments to last 300 years – the originals did. So I have to be very careful. (and very slow)
Sitka does grow in the BC temperate rainforest, but it is best to leave it there.
Pollution changes growth patterns of wood. Recently harvested cherry has a lot more melanin in it. Very pink – used to be whiter at first, darkening more slowly.
Wood is a renewable resource. It can be selectively harvested, leaving a forest still viable. I believe such practices should be required.
Sitka spruce (Picea sitchensis) is another wonderful giant tree.
It is used for many musical instruments, sailboats, aircraft, and Trident Missile nosecones. (!!)
It seems we have a similar history HP, my Dad also planted a pine grove in the thumb of Michigan in the ’50s. My grandfather supplied the logging camps in Michigan with provisions in the 1890′s.
Visiting Hartwick Pines on a camping trip in the ’50s is one of my fondest memories of Michigan. This small patch of primeval forest is a sad reminder of what existed before the logger brought his axe and saw to the shores of Gitche Gumee.
We can never recover what has been lost but anyone can plant a tree and offset a small part of our carbon footprint. I planted a few hundred Afghan Pines in the desert of SE AZ in the ’80s. They have grown into a mini forest providing shelter for a herd of Javelina, deer, owls and an occasional Jaguar.
My incredible neighbors.
http://www.americanforests.org/magazine/article/menominee-forest-keepers/
The Menominees
Commies. :)
Bless you for looking into kauris, hfc – they are dear to my heart. And very different from redwoods in that the forest floor isn’t as carpeted with needles, but dense with undergrowth of other plants. They used to populate the entire North Island, and the legend was that the largest, Tane Mahuta, was a god who separated the sky god, Rangi, from the earth, Papa-tu-anuku, in order that living things could have room to grow. (Rain is Rangi’s tears). Might be very truthful, that one, in that these great beings do significantly store what now is going into the oceans to the acidification of great swathes of living creatures we all depend on. So, spiritual links have some practical ties – it’s not just touchy- feely stuff!
The trailer I mentioned is to the movie “Song of the Kauri” and it does end with the same sustainable attraction as was had for Sitka spruce. Lovely that the tie is to music, gorgeous instruments now being made from kauri wood which is golden, dense, patterned – the trailer is worth a gander for that. And the music connection takes us right back to light, to wendydavis’s wonderful thread about the full moon and planets. I was even wondering during our last full moon if that light was now becoming so intense thanks to the sun, that we could begin growing our crops by moonlight in future. These great giants feed on light. It’s all connected. Especially with what remember the New Deal for – those teams of young people going out to replant the forests…
The best part about the trees my father planted is that they have spread out in all directions. There are pines all over the area now that are clearly related to the first ones. An adjoining area was farmed, then became a sand mining operation that went broke, but left some small lakes and ponds. The area of about 200 acres is reverting to forest.
Green herons nest in the tops of the pines.
I found the Song of the Kauri trailer here. I love the story about Rangi’s tears.
The Hooker Oak:
It was a GIANT tree.
I had this brainstorm once that that was what one of the verses in Neil Young’s After the Goldrush was about — remember Errol splitting the arrow at the archery contest/festival where Olivia was?
They thought it was 1000 years old, but when it fell in 1977…
…they found it was two trees that had grown together and each was only 300 years old.
Neil was dreaming that Robin Hood split the oak??
But then I read:
Doh! After the Gold Rush was written seven years earlier.
:-’
Still, with Neil you never know…
Plus, on my channel’s behalf I would like to say that Chico, where the Hooker Oak was, IS semi close in space and time (founded 1860) to the California gold rush. In fact, you might say it’s just after it…
Do you live in Chico, thatvisionthing? We do, and we ride our bikes to Hooker Oak all the time; it’s right down the road. I am in awe of the park and all of the amazing trees here.
How interesting – clones of some of the biggest redwoods are being planted in Oregon to combat global warming and determine what role genetics play in how big the trees get.
No, I’m just an old postcard freak. I have an Hooker Oak postcard that has a dry leaf sewn to it. (It has to be… )
(How can you ride to the Hooker Oak if it fell in 1977?)
The stump is still there; there is a big park and recreation area that surrounds the site.
You know, I have to take exception to what John Steinbeck said that you quoted: “No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree.” Best redwood postcard ever: At about 1:30 in this youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GP03JhFEoGQ
Redwood postcards crack me up. So many of them look the same, a name and the bottom of a tree trunk.
I kind of met Julia Butterfly Hill once. She was treesitting a walnut tree in South Central Farm in LA, a 14-acre community garden with plots for hundreds of families that eventually got taken back from them and bulldozed. I drove up from San Diego while there was still hope. It was a fabulous place. There used to be a graphic you could see online where you were coming down to LA from space and there was one green spot, and that was South Central Farm. Okay, here you go: http://youtu.be/28DfU912t2E?t=1m56s. That evening there was a meeting below the tree, as I recall, and I did the hug thing up to Julia and she did the hug thing back.