The Sunday before last, I went for a walk up the Cow Heaven
trail.
Cow Heaven is so named because a man named Fred Trudell had
a contract with the U.S. Forest Service to graze cattle in the meadows there
back in the days when the Forest Service still did such things in this country.
Jack Mountain and the area around Monogram Lake were also leased for grazing.
This is why the trail to Monogram is steep and not well engineered in places.
It is literally a cow path.
Fred Trudell and my family were neighbors. They owned some
of the pastures along Corkindale Creek that one can see from Highway 20. Fred had
a trail into Cow Heaven from the back of those pastures. There is also a trail
that follows Rocky Creek into Cow Heaven as well as the more well known one that
heads off the Olson Creek Road near the Marblemount Ranger Station.
There is a lot of history here. Local groups of Skagit
Indians used to burn the Cow Heaven meadows to increase the berry crop and maybe game availability as well.
Evidently they did this for quite a while after European contact because my dad told me that his dad said that this was the practice in the old days. I
have heard from other sources that the meadows were not burned every year, only at certain times
and when conditions were right.
According to my family history, the last time this area
burned was in the mid to late 1920’s. I would like to say it was 1929 but I
can’t be sure of this. This last fire was caused by a campfire that two surveyors
let go on Jackman Creek on the north side of Cow Heaven. This fire burned over
the ridge, through the meadows and down to the valley bottom in places on the
Olson Creek side, across Diobsud Creek and all the way to Bacon Creek. This had
the same effect on the meadows as the Indian burnings and the berries and game,
especially bears were abundant there for years even up the time I was a kid.
The meadows are now heavily overgrown and the berries and game aren’t as
abundant.
Family lore also holds that Helen’s Buttes are named after
my grandma Helen because she used to go up there to pick berries. There is
another family living here that holds that the Buttes are named after their
Helen. I won’t argue that. The true origin of the name is probably lost to time. Besides that, the Skagits used this area first, probably for
hundreds, if not thousands of years. Undoubtedly it was a pretty important
place for them and I am sure they had their own name for it, which, as far
as I know, is lost.
A lot of people don’t know this but the Olson Creek Road
keeps going well beyond the present Cow Heaven trailhead. The road washed out the
Olson Creek Road bridge many years ago, before my time I think, and the Forest
Service didn’t repair the bridge. The Cow Heaven trailhead was next to the
creek where the road dead ended due to the wash out. In the late 1970’s some
people bought the property that the road runs through and began aggressively
trying to run people off claiming it was a private road even though there was
an established trailhead on Forest Service land on the other side of their property.
At some point, several private property owners later, access was finally cut
off to the trailhead. About ten years ago, volunteers built a new bottom
section from the current trailhead to reconnect to the trail.
I am named after an uncle who was killed in a logging
accident several miles up on the Olson Creek road. My dad helped replant the
units where my Uncle Pat and another uncle of mine logged.
This was my first good walk of the year and the start of
getting ready for the hiking season ahead. The last few years I have been
having trouble with leg cramps early in the year. Once I am in shape, they
don’t bother me much. This day my left ankle, which I have sprained a number of
times in the past, was also hurting. I walked to the point where my legs started cramping. This
was a little bit below the first snow. From there I walked up into where the
snow was beginning to get heavy. I figure it was a little over 3 miles, maybe 4, with a pretty heavy pack. My legs were stiff and sore for several days but my
ankle seems to be much better. It would be nice to stay in hiking shape year
round but other obligations in my life prevent me from having time to invest in
this.
The Forest Service sign at the trailhead says the lower half
mile of the trail (the new section) goes through a stand of old growth hemlock. In fact, most of the trail, including the lower half mile, goes through the 1920's burn and the forest there is not old growth at all. While it does meander through a few areas farther up that didn't burn in the 1920's, the majority of its length is in the burn. The trailhead sign is wrong or at least very inaccurate.
When I first learned about the forests around here an old-growth tree was
considered to be at least three hundred years old. If there were a lot of these
type trees in the forest, then it was an old growth forest. The definition of old growth forest has changed in the last
twenty years or so to mean a forest that has trees of all different ages and
sizes as well as a well developed shrub and forb layer. In other words, a
multi-canopied forest or uneven aged forest. This was done to reflect to
reflect the ecological function of a forest and has nothing to do with the age
of the forest or of individual trees within the forest. The multiple layers
create multiple niches for multiple different species, in theory, increasing
biodiversity. Therefore, you can have a relatively young forest with a more
open canopy that is uneven aged and more habitat niches and a relatively old
forest with a more closed canopy and fewer habitat niches.
In the last several years, some people have been using terms
like “ancient forest” as synonyms for old growth forests. I think such terms
are designed to play on people’s emotions and are confusing while not providing
any real description of the forest. I like to call these terms “enviro-babble”.
When someone
describes another living person as “ancient” it is understood that this is a
metaphor and that person is not actually ancient. The way the term “ancient”
has been used in the context of forests and trees seems to be an attempt to be
literal rather than metaphorical.
West of the Cascade Mountains, before the fire suppression
of the 20th century, every 300-600 years, on average, most forest stands
experienced a stand replacement forest fire. This means that some part, often a
large part, of the forest was almost completely burned and replaced with a new stand
of trees that grew back from the ashes.
In human terms, ancient history ended 1500 years ago in
about A.D. 500. So, by human measurement, the lifespan of a 600 year old tree reaches only to
the end of the Middle Ages and a 300 to 500 year old tree doesn't extend out of the Current Era. While a 600 year old tree is very old compared to a
human, by the time it reaches this age, its days are numbered. Six hundred is also
very young compared to trees like bristlecone pines, many of which are truly
ancient in human terms. While certain individual trees in Northwest forests may
actually exceed 600 years old they don’t even come close to the 6000 years of
the bristlecones. If a tree can’t be considered ancient in human terms, how can
it be considered ancient by the standards of trees? Finally, consider 600 years is nothing compared to the age of these mountains and that, at 600 years per generation, almost 17 generations of trees have passed since glacial ice left the landscape here a barren pile of rock.
And, while certain individual trees in these forests may
exceed 600 years old, most don’t even come close due to mortality from natural
disturbances such as fire, disease, animal damage, floods and landslides. So it
would be wrong to describe individual old trees as “ancient” let alone an
entire forest around them that are made up of many trees that are much younger.
Forests on the west slopes of the Cascades are adapted to
large scale disturbances such as stand replacement fires. The forest along the Cow
Heaven trail is one very good example of a stand replacement fire though the ignition source was human caused rather than lightning which is the typical ignition source absent human activity. There are areas along the trail where
individual trees are hundreds of years old but much of this forest burned well
within the period of European American settlement. My grandparents and most of
my aunts and uncles saw it burn and, if one doesn’t believe what they said, the
evidence is there on the ground for anyone who knows what they are looking at.
Even though the last time this forest burned, it was not due
to natural causes, the effects and recovery are pretty much the same as if it
had started from a lightning strike.
If the reader will bear with me, I hope to show you what I am
talking about. I apologize for having been long winded on this post. It also contains
a lot of photos that may take a lot of time to load if you have a slow internet
connection. I don’t feel something as complex as a forest can be described by a
few photos, buzz words and slogans and I don’t really know how to break such a
description down into more manageable pieces.
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awesome - well done. enjoyed the virtual hike with you!
ReplyDeleteIm no expert, but I believe you just made an excellent point. You certainly fully understand what youre speaking about, and I can truly get behind that. Forestry Mulching
ReplyDeleteWondering if you know any other history here, Native American. There is an intense energy here and 2x my husband and I had to turn back, we are experienced hikers. Time felt strange and slow. Both times it happened at the 3 mile mark. It is a tough trail! This has only happen at 2 trails in the 12 years we have explored the Cascades, my favorite mountains. Thanks for the excellent info.
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