The plan is to start mapping the old growth cedar stumps. Mapping always sounds so straight forward when I think it. But, if one thinks about it too much, one might talk their self out of it. It is a game of "just do". I set a datum near the old milking shed where I can sight on several objects that won't move until I am dead and buried, and then run a line down a convenient road through the young cottonwoods., my first station 80 strides out and next to a creek. This is just a warm up for me, because the road is no longer convenient and I have to head in to the trees to find the stumps. In the dense young trees my stations are now 10 or 15 strides instead of 80. That is as far as I can see. There is a bit of old beaver sign here, a few stumps with the signature teeth marks and what might be an old scent mound. At my eighth station I can see through the trees a pair of large stumps in a clearing that is up ahead. There are several more.
|C2 and C1|
circumference diameter height
at breast height at breast height (DBH) of stump
C1 633 cm 201 cm 280 cm
C2 763 cm 242 cm 270 cm
C3 est. 790 cm 251 cm burned out center cbh measured 690 cm (Red Axe Stump)
C4 760 cm 242 cm 290 cm avg. (steep hill)
C5 no measure - 2nd growth cedar envelopes half - 2nd growth is 114 cm DBH and 35+ m tall.
C6 820 cm 261 cm 240 cm
C7 est. 700 cm 223 cm est. 240 cm
C8 est. 800 cm 254 cm est. 240 cm
All of the stumps retain the springboard notches. C4 with its downhill side nearly a dozen feet high has several where the logger staircased his way to cutting height.
As I pace back and forth across the clearing, in the 4-5 foot tall grass, I find a flower that is new to me (I am botanically challenged, having to repeat plant names over and over to remember them). It is a jewel weed and the small flower is about the size of my first joint on my index finger - shaped like the toe of a moccasin, yellow and orange. There are many of them.
The day has been hot for this part of the country and it is time to go sit by the river. This is symposium weekend at the farm and a couple dozen people will arrive today in preparation for tomorrows full day of lectures and discussions. The core purpose of Smoke Farm is discussion and the exchange of ideas. I am seeing, in my new relationship, that it is embedded in most anything that happens here.