Fall and the dreaded "short-timers disease"

Yes, the signs of fall are all around us now. Leaves changing from green to yellow. Football season in full swing. And the foresters are getting "short-timers disease". It happens at the end of a long hot season of woods work, when one looks ahead to snowy days sitting next to the woodstove, sipping from a mixture of 100 proof peppermint schnapps and hot chocolate. Yes, we're even HOPING for a big snowstorm to come and end the work season.

These two pics were taken during my lunch time, along pretty little Cole Creek, on the Eldorado National Forest. Out here in the West, we do have some nice fall color in some places, with cottonwood, aspen and dogwood showing their brightest foliage during this very comfortable Indian Summer.

While walking through an unharvested part of the burned area, I see a battle looming between the planted trees and the fearsome whitehorn (Ceanothus cuneatus ). Yes, those stout needle-like thorns will go right through your jeans, impale your leg before finally breaking off, leaving the tip inside to do it's own dirty work. The future of this particular piece of ground is rather a gloomy one. By not harvesting most of the snags, the tree plantation will not survive the next inevitable fire. In this part of California, and throughout much of the West, dead trees do NOT become part of the soil through slow "natural" decay. They sit until the next lightning strike chooses to hit the same place.....again.

I think that most would agree that the picture below shows a bit of a fuels problem. These trees were cut last fall and couldn't be harvested before winter. Over the winter, a lawsuit stopped us from harvesting these already cut snags. Finally, after months of wrangling, they graciously allowed us to use this "fuel".

The picture below shows how dramatically we've reduced the fuels on this "cooked" piece of land. We've still left trees for wildlife and left logs to help with soil stabilization. With the true firs and cedars having such a great cone crop, I'm sure we'll see lots of natural regeneration in the harvested areas.

Changes?!?

As the weather changes, sometimes life does too. Recently, I've applied for several jobs, both of them in northern California. They both would be a promotion, with an opportunity to move further up the ladder in another year. I hope to be working either in Quincy or in McCloud, both very scenic and far from the hustle and bustle of city life. Quincy prides itself in not having any traffic lights in town. McCloud, in the shadow of the massive Mt Shasta, is even smaller. Perfect for a hermit-like critter like me.

I tossed together a few pics of a huge boulder I ran across while working with my esteemed co-workers on a green thinning project. The boulder is massive, at nearly 35 feet tall. This overhang most-surely sheltered many an indian. It's amazing how that tree would not give up, probably thinking that it was merely in the shade of a big sugar pine.

Thinking back to spring, I dug up this nice pic of the flowers that once blanketed the slopes of the burn. Now, it's just a drab grey-green but, my work still isn't done with the fire salvage logging.

However, hope "springs" eternal. I'm certainly not holding my breath over those job applications but, I do think I'm ready to settle down and go home every night.