THE PINE TREE

A recent newspaper article (July 2005) said Ņ80% of ColoradoÕs pine trees will be dead in three years.Ó Various theories of why this is happening are being argued in bars around the Colorado high country. One theory is that the forests have been overprotected from logging and fires, allowing them to became over-populated with mature trees, which the Pine Beetles are attacking. Others claim it has been the five-year drought that has weakened the trees and made them more vulnerable to beetle attack. ItÕs probably a combination of both.

To make matters worse, the next most common tree is the Aspen, and many of them are dying from a combination of fungus and drought. IÕve lost about half the aspens on my 6 acres and about a fourth of the pines. I would have lost more pines but IÕve been spraying them every summer for the last three years. My property borders the Arapaho National Forest, and about 85% of those trees are dead already. The once green forests are now brown forests, and will soon turn grey as the dead needles fall. Millions of acres of pine trees around Colorado are now dead.

In addition to spraying IÕve been cutting the dead trees and removing them from my property. In the last three years IÕve hauled 82 truckloads of dead wood to a dumping area where the wood is burned each fall after the ground is covered with snow. That doesnÕt include all the firewood IÕve stacked. I figure IÕm about half done with cutting dead trees Š provided that no more of my trees die. ThatÕs not very likely.

Recently I had to cut down the largest pine tree on my property. A lodge pole pine, it stood majestically next to my driveway, half way up the hill from the road to my house. The trunk was not that big as trees go, but its 18Ó diameter trunk was a challenge for my 14Ó chain saw. I didnÕt want it to fall across my driveway and fence, so I notched it appropriately and put a rope on it to insure it fell where I wanted. It started its slow descent, picking up speed as it came crashing down exactly where I wanted it to fall, taking out a smaller dead pine in the process.

As I began the slow process of cutting it up and hauling it away, which required seven truck loads of wood and more than one day of work, I began wondering how old the tree might be. A cursory count of the rings on a section of trunk revealed that it was over 100 years old. That got my attention. Wow! I decided to look more carefully. The outer rings were very close together and I could not accurately count them, but I now knew the tree was at least 120 years old. I suddenly had great respect for this tree I had just cut down Š and more than a measure of sadness.

I cut a 2Ó slice out of the lower trunk and brought it up to the house. My belt sander made quick work in smoothing one face of the section, and about an hour of hand sanding brought it to a finely honed surface. I retrieved my glasses and magnifying glass and began a meticulous count. The tree was 145 years old. That means it started growing in 1860.

In 1860, Abraham Lincoln had yet to be elected president, and the Civil war was still a year and a few months from beginning. When my pine tree started growing there were only 33 states in the United States. Kansas, West Virginia, Nevada, Nebraska, Colorado, North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Washington, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, Alaska and Hawaii were still territories. Colorado, its home, was not to enter the Union for another sixteen years, and had only been officially settled two years prior.

In its 145 years, I'm sure it had survived many droughts and invasions of beetles and other insects. Within 100 feet of the tree I found evidence of burned logs, so it had survived at least one forest fire in its life, and probably more. The more I thought about this, the more emotions I experienced. Respect, amazement, anger, frustration, regret, helplessness and sadness were all mixed together. I went back out to where the 2Õ high stump was all that remained, and sat quietly for a while, trying to assimilate all of this. I wasnÕt able to, and I still have not.

I'm having a sign made to put on that stump. It will say, "Born 1860 -- Died 2005." IÕm also putting a finish on that tree trunk section and will hang it on my wall with a time-line of its life, starting with the election of Abraham Lincoln as president. Hopefully it will allow others who see it to reflect on its life and provide them with a perspective that is all too rare these days.


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