Toward a New Conservation Paradigm

Conservation Planning in a Climate Emergency

a red admiral, placed here to suggest something nebulous about the butterfly effect or whatever

My dad and I were always a bit suspicious of the managerial mindset, which often seems to militate against the kind of humility we thought essential to true ecological understanding. Back when he and Mom got their forest stewardship training in the early 1990s, the main focus was on landowner goals and desires, to which Dad would always respond, wouldn’t it be more interesting to find out what the land wants?

Pennsylvania’s forest stewardship program had been designed by foresters who were convinced that we could have our cake and eat it too, in line with the neoliberal economic thinking then so dominant, which had spawned the oxymoronic paradigm of sustainable growth. Private forest landowners could harvest timber while improving habitat for wildlife, using money from timber sales to pay for various supposed habitat improvements. Suzanne Simard and others were just beginning to discover the ‘wood-wide web’ of micorrhizal fungi, which would eventually reveal just how little even the most well-intentioned foresters had ever understood about the basic hows and whys of forest composition.

We were easy converts for the then-new rewilding movement, adopting a laissez-faire approach to forest stewardship. So much of what then passed for good stewardship involved timbering, and having recently fought loggers to a standstill on the neighboring property in the hollow, and then purchased that property after it was destroyed by logging, Dad was in no mood for more cutting, no matter how worthy the intention. Instead, he talked about managing by not managing. Good luck managing wildlife, he’d say. I manage hunters.

amateur photography has taught me that everything is more interesting in context

Over the ensuing decades it has become so obvious that the least disturbance can create an opening for invasive species, I don’t think many forestry experts would now dispute the ecological perils of logging. Even landowners who don’t care about salamanders or warbler habitat don’t want to see their land so overrun with barberry or autumn olive that they can’t get through it even to hunt. So I think we’ve been vindicated in our opposition to timbering, but not in our preference for passive management, which now seems terribly naive.

The spread of invasive species and devastating new pests and diseases have made it clear that while rewilding can remain a central goal, it’s going to require active management… and we need to step up our invasive control efforts or there won’t be much native habitat left, at which point rewilding becomes meaningless. A feral dog is not the same as a wolf.

But making any sort of detailed plan when the future is so uncertain remains challenging. It seems to require thinking in terms of multiple alternative scenarios: for example, the regional climate is expected to get wetter as well as warmer, but we’d be nuts to not also anticipate forest fires. Thinking about what trees and shrubs to plant or otherwise recover must take into account all their new pests and diseases as best we can, but the ecology is changing so quickly, it’s often impossible to know whether planting a lot of a given species is essential to preserving it, or a fool’s errand that diverts resources from other species that are more likely to hang on. You see the difficulty?

The Healing Mountain

a random sassafras tree on Sapsucker Ridge

Last night, I was discouraged to learn about a new blight affecting sassafras, one of my favorite trees—and not only because I love the taste and drink sassafras tea every day. They’re beautiful looking trees with reddish bark and gnome-like growing habits, they can produce large crops of soft mast of the sort preferring by migrating songbirds, and they often develop hollows for cavity-nesters. I had already made a mental note to myself to include sassafras as a target species for our conservation efforts, along with things like sugar maple, shagbark hickory, American plum, persimmon, and white oak: edible and medicinal species whose presence on the mountain should help preserve the forest, by making it more valuable standing than cut.

I suppose this falls under the heading of seventh-generation thinking. Yes, I know the land is protected by a conservation easement with the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy, but I’m also considering scenarios involving partial or total societal collapse, in which the legal system no longer really functions. These scenarios seem in some ways more likely than blithely assuming that the present system will somehow continue to lurch along.

So the ‘food forest’ paradigm seemed like a good, if partial, fit for us. Local folks already value forests as a source of venison, so there is a cultural predisposition toward a hunter-gatherer mindset. But now I’m thinking it might be better to go with an adjacent concept: instead of a food forest, how about a healing mountain? I like this because it points toward an important truth: as the land heals from its own abuse, it becomes more and more effective as a healing refuge for plants and animals, including humans.

In our language for the conservation easement, we talked about wanting to manage for future old growth in part to preserve local air and water quality, but also for more nebulous aesthetic and spiritual reasons. We want it to be a source of regular regeneration and inspiration for people who live around here. The health benefits of walking are well documented, especially walking in forests, where terpenes released by trees help bolster immune systems. And since it seems that the American healthcare system is going to continue to suck in any likely future, we surely can’t go wrong by emphasizing the medicinal and nutritional properties of native trees, shrubs, vines, fungi and wildflowers.

Of course, every conceptual framework has its drawbacks: foregrounding some things tends to obscure other things. It’s true that I am in much better shape now as a result of regular hikes on the mountain than I was pre-Covid, when I was more sedentary… BUT it’s also important to acknowledge that at this point the mountain might be as dangerous as it is healing, given the increasing prevalence of tick-borne and mosquito-borne diseases such as Lyme and West Nile Virus.

But it does also seem possible that over the next century, if the mountain is actively encouraged to heal from the past 2+ centuries of exploitation, it should become considerably less accommodating to ticks, at least. Possibly there are also native mosquitoes that might be able to out-compete the aggressive invaders carrying the bulk of the new diseases, if given optimal conditions? I live in hope!

Regardless, in general, with biodiversity comes resilience. And as the mountain heals, it should harbor more of the more sought-after medicinal plants, including such things as goldenseal and ginseng. At which point we have to hope whoever owns the land will find a way to prevent a new cycle of exploitation. All the more reason, I suggest, to promulgate this new paradigm of healing mountains. For our new caretaker Eric Oliver, that has become his literal life’s work, learning how to recover native forests on strip-minded mountains, currently as the Pennsylvania coordinator for Green Forests Work. Until very recently, this is something the experts said couldn’t be done.

this mitrewort was my reward for walking round a big tulip tree to pull a privet sprout today

During the pandemic, “nature is healing” became an eyeroll-inducing meme, fueled by videos of flocks of goats taking over villages and such, suggesting that all nature really needs is for humans to leave it the hell alone for a while. And that’s a pretty solid instinct. But the success of Eric’s efforts points to a significant continuing role for humans in the natural world. We can each become a healer of sorts, not just walking but noticing, listening, learning, documenting, responding creatively, responding empathetically, learning how and what to weed, to propagate, to nourish or protect. The mountain needs us—at least for now—almost as much as we need the mountain.

Lumber company that trashed Plummer’s Hollow declares bankruptcy

A Helsel skidder hauling logs out of Plummer's Hollow, 1991
A Helsel skidder hauling logs out of Plummer's Hollow, 1991

We were interested to read in the local paper that the Blair County-based Helsel Lumber Mill has fallen on hard times. Ralph Helsel was the lumberman described in Marcia’s book Appalachian Autumn, who believed that it was his divinely ordained mission to harvest “overmature” trees, which in any case “wanted to be cut,” and who put his beliefs in practice on the 120-acre McHugh tract in Plummer’s Hollow. (We subsequently purchased the tract from a third party, after it had been mostly clearcut.) It seems that overmature companies may be subject to a similar fate.

A Blue Knob lumber mill that has been operating for 81 years and most recently doing business with China may soon be filing for reorganization under bankruptcy laws because of the downturn in the economy, according to its president, Charles Salyards Jr.

At one time, Helsel Lumber Mill of 3446 Johnstown Road [Route 164] did $6 million to $8 million in business annually and had 85 employees, Salyards said.

The demand for wood products, however, dropped dramatically in the past 18 months because of the lack of new housing construction and rehabilitation on the domestic side and the high cost of fuel, which affected the international market.

Business dropped to one-third of peak levels in 2008, Salyards said. As of late last year, the mill has been shut down.

“Every tree we cut, we were losing money,” Salyards said.

While we feel for the employees who have lost their jobs, we can’t help noting that the lumber company’s past decision to export much of its lumber to China contributed to the loss of many more state and regional jobs in the value-added hardwood products industry.

Mills like Helsel Lumber provide the wood to furniture makers. While once many furniture makers were in North Carolina, in recent years, the business shifted to China.

The wood producers followed the manufacturers, but the overseas business suffered when the bottom fell out of the housing market worldwide, Craig said.

Production of wood products in the state is down 40 percent, he said.

And it almost goes without saying that Helsel never could have afforded to ship logs from Pennsylvania all the way to China for the production of furniture designed for export back to the United States, if they weren’t able to take advantage of an economic system in which environmental costs — such as the generation of carbon dioxide via logging and global transport — can be excluded from the balance sheets.

As luck would have it, the other major culprit in the 1991 trashing of Plummer’s Hollow has also been active in selling out our natural heritage to foreign corporations. One of consulting forester Michael Barton’s main clients now is the Spanish energy giant Gamesa, which has been bullying township supervisors and battling grassroots environmental groups all over central and western Pennsylvania for the right to erect industrial wind plants on our ridgetops, reaping huge windfalls from U.S. taxpayers in the process. Mr. Barton’s talent for putting lipstick on pigs, which we first encountered in 1991, has been put to good use in newspaper op-eds defending Gamesa. He has even proposed the construction of a nonprofit wind education center to encourage wind tubine-centered tourism. If you’re the sort of person who imagines picnic tables and swingsets when you see a sign for an industrial park, then you’ve got a friend in Pennsylvania.

Eroded tracks left by the Helseling of Plummer's Hollow, winter of 1991-92
Eroded tracks left by the Helseling of Plummer's Hollow, winter of 1991-92