|
North Cascades National Park from Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Summer 2010. |
|
North Cascades National Park, Summer 2010. |
Some readers may have noticed that it has been a while since
I last posted. Some will also note that this post is pretty long. I think the posts
over the last two years have painted a fairly accurate picture of my life in
the North Cascades. Though I have held back in certain areas, particularly
concerning my family, I have tried to be honest about my various successes and
mistakes as I, like everyone else, fumble through my imperfect life. Rather
than go through another year of the cycle of my life which, though different
from other years, would also fall into somewhat monotonous regularity (this
monotony is part and parcel of the subject of this post/essay), I will be doing
a series of essays. These will take a lot longer to put together into something
that resembles coherency. So please bear with me.
For over 100 years, non-Native American settlers and the
people that followed them have been making a living and interacting with and
using the resources in the North Cascades. A culture has evolved from this.
This non-Native culture isn’t as distinct as cultures in other places that
evolved in isolation. The connectedness of the world for last hundred years or
more has ensured that the people here adhere to many of same societal norms as
the rest of the country. This lack of obvious distinctiveness is even more
pronounced due to the recent increase in globalization. Yet this culture is as
unique in its own way as any other culture in the world. One should consider
that even the oldest culture in the world didn’t start out being thousands of
years old.
The non-Native American culture here also isn’t as distinct
as the Native American cultures that it impacted, in many ways adversely. It is
important to note that the non-Native peoples living in the North Cascades owe
their presence here, in part, to the displacement and often marginalization of
the Native people that had lived here for millennia. It is also important to
note that no one living today is responsible for these past practices, most, if
not all, of which were wrong. If those practices were wrong then, similar
practices today are also wrong.
So, what exactly creates a culture? I don’t know what
textbooks say but my own personal observation on this question is that the
immediate environment of the people living in a given area is an important
factor in shaping a culture. A culture is molded and shaped by, among other
things, climate, geography and availability of resources.
People living in a given area adjust their lives to what
resources are available and the timing of when these resources are available.
They also adjust their lives to the limitations of that area. These
adjustments, some obvious and some more subtle, I think, are a strong base for
a culture because they cause people to view the world in a certain way, which
is often unique.
A favorite example of mine of adjusting your life to timing
of resource availability is putting up hay in western Washington. If you want
to put up dry hay for livestock, you need to do it when the grass is ready and
you have enough sunny days to cure your hay so it won’t mold or burn your barn
down. In western Washington this can be a tricky proposition. Early July is usually the prime time for haying in our area though,
depending on where you live and the weather conditions of a particular year,
successful hay crops can be harvested from May through September. Early July is
usually the best time though. This is when the grass is tall enough to make a
good crop and when the weather conditions are right for curing the cut hay.
Therefore, I keep my schedule clear and don’t make any
commitments in early to mid July (unless my hay has already been put up, a rare occurrence for me) because I don’t know when we will get haying
weather. In order to successfully put up a hay crop you quite often have to
take action quickly and you can’t afford to be overcommitted or overextended.
Haying weather doesn’t always fall on weekends either, so you have to be ready
to take days off work to get the hay done.
I have also noticed that July is a popular time for people nowadays
to have parties because the weather is typically nicer. I have a hunch that
this wouldn’t have been the case here not too long ago, at least not for people
who had to make hay to feed their stock and maintain their livelihoods. Back in
those days the weather forecasting wasn’t very good and everyone hustled to get
the hay in before it got rained on, working well after dark many times, as I
have heard. At that point, I imagine everyone would have been too tired to
party much and besides, unless they were done for the year, they had to get up
early the next day and do it all over again.
Hay is a kind of high stakes all-or-nothing crop. One way
around the high stakes risks of making hay for livestock fodder is to do silage
or forage root crops like mangel beets or turnips. By the number of old unused
silos around, especially when I was younger, it is evident that silage was a
more common crop in the old days. There might have been a cultural shift from
silage and root crops to more hay before my time. This shift may have occurred due
to improved technology, weather forecasting and equipment that made it a better
bet to do hay but, from all the stories I’ve heard, they still made a lot of
hay in the old days too.
Another good example of seasonal resource availability is
berry picking. There is usually a short window when a given berry species is available
so, if you want some, you had better concentrate on getting them in their
season before they are gone for the year.
I don’t think many groups of people in history that depended
heavily on seasonal availability of any resource, whether it was crops grown in
the field or something hunted, caught or gathered from the landscape, held many
celebratory events during the peak of resource availability. I do think most people
held big blow out celebratory events but I have a hunch that most of those
events were held in lull times before and after peak seasonal availability of crucial
resources.
Some other examples of how resource limitations shape the
way one thinks and the culture are some trips that I made Down Below at the end
of March and early April. Eastern Skagit County isn’t really very remote
compared to many parts of the world but the population density is low enough
that many goods and services are not available here. To get these things
necessitates a trip of between eight and fifty miles (eight miles is still
local, fifty miles is Down Below) from where I live. Quite often a trip Down
Below can burn up the better part of a day.
When you burn the time and fuel to go fifty miles, you
generally want to get the most bang for your buck so to speak. So I had a list
of things to take care of when I went Down Below in the afternoon. I got blood
drawn for some tests, the studded tires off my car (the shop did quicker than
could have done myself and for free), a medicated worm block for the cows and
groceries on way home. The next week in the afternoon, I got a haircut, new
work clothes, some things for Easter, had an appointment with a urologist about
fixing my failed vasectomy (not going to be any fun), got some non prescription
medication that I can’t get locally and got groceries again.
If I had made special trip for all of these things
separately, it would have probably taken a total of about four days of my time,
most of which would have been on the road traveling. So I saved a lot of time
by doing multiple errands on each trip, about three days worth, and I saved
several tanks of fuel.
Many people who don’t live here don’t understand the whole
trip Down Below thing. I don’t know how many times have seen people new to the
area try to start car pools. But usually when you have to go Down Below for any
reason, you have list of errands and this list is probably going to conflict
with the schedule of anyone who would be riding with you, who probably has a
list of their own to work through. The system of individual trips to do
multiple errands is probably pretty efficient unless you are only going down
for single items or events, which sometimes happens. In this case, car pooling
with people with the same schedule as yours would make a lot of sense. To
really know which system is better in a given situation, one would actually
have to do a scientific study to compare the two.
When my dad was a little kid, they went Down Below maybe
once a month. Undoubtedly this shaped his thinking. You didn’t waste things and
you didn’t throw something away if it was still good or had useful parts
because you couldn’t just go to the store and get one if you needed it at some
later date. Some of this thinking and behavior was passed down to me. I think
there was probably already some tendency toward hoarding in my family but this
type of thinking and behavior, born from a lack of resources in the past
undoubtedly amplified it in today’s world of overabundance. Hence we wound up
with an old house stacked full of stuff.
Finally, one last resource limitation in eastern Skagit
County that is highly relevant in today’s world is the lack of reliable
internet access and even power. I must admit, the power outages have been
minimal in the last several years, kudos to Puget Sound Energy, they seem to be
doing something right or maybe its just the last few winters have been very
mild. And, while internet access and general connectivity have also been
improving, neither can be counted on in the way that they are in more populated
areas. Small, relatively isolated areas like this are always going to be behind
the curve when it comes to the technology that drives our urban centric society.
The North Cascades are, and probably always will be, my
home. Except for the six years I spent in the U.S. Navy, I have never called
another place home. This place was literally the entire world to me as I
growing up and I viewed the rest of the world through this lens, even after I
started learning about other lands and people in school. When I was really
young I thought the whole world was like the North Cascades. Who knows how this
informs and creates a unique point of view based on this place?
Undoubtedly having grown up here shapes my view of the world
in ways that I am not even aware of. I have read of studies that indicate that
every time we retrieve a memory, it is altered. So oral histories will
naturally shift over time. I don’t remember every story or bit of information
that I have heard in my life verbatim and I don’t remember every experience. I,
like probably everyone else, carry around in my head a lot of information that
can’t be retrieved at will. That is, it is almost as if I didn’t know the
information at all and am unaware of its existence except that, if the right
question is asked, or the right context given, it comes to mind, usually without
effort. I have no doubt that this subconscious information, a lot of which is
based on a lifetime of experiences in this place, has an influence on the
conscious mind, shaping a unique perspective on the world.
This unique perspective, based on, and specific to, this
place is not something that can simply be re-created if I move away to
somewhere else. The same is true for just about every kid who grows up here. Like
me, this place, to a large degree, is literally the world during their
formative years. As they grow up they are accumulating information, stories and
experiences based on their immediate surroundings. You can’t buy this, you
can’t teach it in a few short days or weeks and you can’t read about it in a
book. You have to live it and living it results in the authenticity that
certain segments of our society seem to yearn for so much. I think this unique
perspective, among other things, is a cultural base and, like any other
culture, the only way you can really preserve it and have it continue into the
future is to have people who continue to live it.
Almost everywhere I go, I am literally moving through
history. My previous Lesser Known History of the North Cascades Posts highlight
this experience. I generally can’t go more than a quarter mile on the North
Cascades Highway (State Route 20) without passing one or more spots that have
some story attached to them. There are stories and history everywhere, not just
along the highway, and, though I am not particularly religious or spiritual, I often
feel like I am communing with my ancestors and relatives and the people they
knew as well as my own past. For me it gives the experience of living here an
extra dimension, that of personal history, layered on to my existence.
This is also something that you can’t buy that or read it in
a book. I never experienced this type of feeling of being surrounded and
enveloped in personal history in the six years I spent in far flung places in
the U.S. Navy. Hawaii and Guam, though certainly beautiful, seemed kind of flat
and one dimensional to me. This extra dimension of personal history as well as
the traditions I still practice while living
and making a living here that create
a deep relationship with the place are some of the reasons I stay in the North
Cascades, not for something as superficial as the beautiful surroundings.
At this stage of my life I do appreciate the aspect of the
beauty of this place but if there was nothing more to it than that, the
experience would be as flat and superficial as the ones I had in the U.S. Navy.
While I was in Hawaii and Guam, I was basically a tourist, observing but not
taking part in the deeper experience of participating in the daily life of
those places.
By the time they are adults, my kids will be heir to over 140
years of local and family history here. I understand that this is a drop in the
bucket compared to many people the world over but it is significant for the
descendants of European American settlers in the North Cascades. How powerful
would it be for them to read my grandma’s journals and have the sense of
connection not only to the ancestor who wrote of her experiences here but also
to the experience of still dealing with some of the situations and using some
of same resources in a similar manner that she did? Obviously you can read the
journals but you have to live the life to get the rest of it.
The culture here isn’t limited to just the people who grew
up here either. Throughout history people all over the world have moved around.
It is no different here. People have always come and gone and you always need a
certain influx of new people to keep your community fresh. My mom didn’t live
here until she was eleven years old and my dad’s parents weren’t born here
either. So obviously they didn’t start their lives and experiences here as old
timers. They started first at a day, then a month, then a year, then decades,
the same as many others who came here from somewhere else.
As I stated previously, all through a person’s life they
accumulate stories about their surroundings and experiences and make myriad
observations. When someone new arrives here this process continues, only the
stories and experiences are now related to this place. So someone who has lived
here and made a living here for a significant amount of time will also have a
large store of knowledge and experience about this place that informs a unique
perspective.
Many people who have arrived here relatively recently are my
highly valued friends and are great contributors to my community. I have
learned many interesting and valuable things from many of these folks. They
have thrown their lot in with the community and I consider them to be as much a
part of the culture here as anyone else. Because they have thrown their lot in
with the community, in so many ways, their experience is indistinguishable from
the old timers. Again, these experiences help shape a cultural perspective on
the world specific to living and making a living in the North Cascades.
There is a saying in Africa that goes something like “when
an old person dies, a library is destroyed”. Something similar happens to the
knowledge carried by the people of this culture when they leave this place. It
isn’t necessarily destroyed but it is quite often out of context and useless in
new settings and is lost to the people who stay behind and quite often to the knowledge
carrier as well, something I will expand upon shortly. This loss may, in some
respects, be more significant when someone who has grown up here and has a
family history here leaves but, in a small place like this, with limited
resources, the loss of anyone who has gained unique knowledge and a unique
perspective on this place from having lived here and made a living here,
whether it be relatively few years or many, is significant.
It is truly tragic when a culture that has existed for
hundreds or thousands of years goes extinct because each different culture has
a unique perspective on the world and many of these perspectives are quite
specific to living in a place. The loss of more recently evolved cultures with
unique perspectives and knowledge particular to a place, while not as great as
much older cultures is, nonetheless, significant.
Cultural knowledge and practices as well as languages can be
recorded but if no one uses them any more, the culture and any language linked
to it die. All that is left is whatever historians have managed to capture. I
think pursuing and recording history is a very admirable endeavor but a
recorded history is a dry and dead thing compared to a living culture of people
actively interacting with the conditions and environment that are responsible
for the evolution of their culture. A good analogy to this is trying to learn
about the behavior of the great auk by observing the last stuffed member of
this species in a museum (I don’t know what museum the last great auk is in, if
there is one, and didn’t take the time to look it up). Depending upon the
taxidermist’s skill, you can see what the bird looked like from the mounting
and get some information about its behavior by the shapes and forms of its
various body parts but you won’t learn nearly as much as you would by observing
the living creature in its habitat because many subtle details are lost.
Maintaining a culture, I think, is closely tied to enough
people, a critical mass, practicing that culture, usually in the place where it
evolved. In order to do that, there has to be enough of an economy or at least
enough venues and options for people to make a decent living in that place.
Lack of economic opportunity is a plague in the North Cascades though it is
hardly unique here. I think that lack of economic opportunity is closely tied
to loss of culture all over the world as poor people leave their ancestral
homelands for a chance at a better life.
It doesn’t bother me if someone who grew up here leaves to
seek opportunity elsewhere of their own free choice. But it breaks my heart to
see someone who grew up here and wants to stay but can’t due to lack of
opportunity. I think it should be the right of everyone to have a decent opportunity
to live, and have a decent quality of life, in the place where they were
raised, assuming the resources to support this still exist. This doesn’t mean a
handout. It means a fair chance.
Resources still exist here that could provide much more than
they currently do for the well being of the communities in the North Cascades.
Societal decisions that limit the prospects of economy here to one that is
based largely on tourism which typically generates some of the poorest paying
jobs in this country, that has, as the main attraction, public lands where
wilderness designations and, more recently, road closures deny access to the
majority of the general public is not a decent opportunity or a fair chance.
Such an economy generates very few stable, living wage jobs for the people who
want to live here.
As I have stated earlier, I often think that the beauty of
this place causes a lot of problems for the people who are trying to make a
living here. I often think that my personality would have led me to be just as
attached any other place if I had happened to grow up there, even if the
surroundings were much less dramatic. I sometimes wish I had grown up somewhere
less dramatic where I wasn’t beholden to fantasies projected by people from the
outside.
As I also stated before, in small communities like this the
loss of even one person can be significant. A good example is the Marblemount
Community Hall. Every one of us involved with the hall is swamped with things
we need to take care of in our personal lives yet currently there is a small
group of us who is willing to make the time to show up on a regular basis and
put work into it.
In a situation like this, loss of even one or two people
means those that are left who already have work hard, have to work that much
harder and become more prone to burnout and dropping out. This can create a
cycle of burnout and dropout, this tends to create a self-perpetuating downward
spiral that greatly lessens overall quality of life and results in a cultural
decline. The same holds true for volunteer fire departments. I have also been
told that the presence of more kids with parents well off enough to create
stable homes lives goes a long way to stabilizing classrooms in school. In a
small school, every student with a stable home life is very important.
Protection of endangered species is another reason given for
the resource use restrictions that are so detrimental to rural economies. I
have nothing against logical, socially just measures taken to try to protect
endangered species. I hope this blog project to this point has made it
abundantly clear that I appreciate this place and everything that lives here as
much as anyone else. I certainly don’t want to see the extinction of any
species and there are arguments that I think are valid that every species lost
damages the resilience of an ecosystem and, if you lose enough species, the
ecosystem collapses and loses much of its function. This is somewhat analogous
to the cultural decline described above.
However, the lifestyles and actions of all of our society are creating most of the extinctions and environmental
problems that we face today. Until everyone from top to bottom of society is on
board with the pain and sacrifice needed to change things in a significant
manner, our environmental problems won’t go away. These problems aren’t going
to be fixed by scapegoating a small segment of our population and this isn’t an
effective way to deal with real world problems. About the only effect
scapegoating will have is to make some of the folks who feel guilty about
creating a demand for resources feel good about themselves because they are
trying to stop the “bad” people who are producing those resources.
The needs of my family and the people around us should not
take a back seat to someone else’s superficial feel good preservation project
or recreational experience.
The folks who do feel that rural communities needs are
superseded by such projects and recreational experiences could just as well
live out here and set examples of how to live a righteous life in harmony with
nature, using only a bare minimum of resources to get by. There are actually people
out here who, to their credit, live this way and I can tell you that their third
world standard of living isn’t what I aspire to. I seriously doubt most people would
and I am pretty sure that most of the people in the third world would want to
improve on their present conditions. Just because we happen to live in a pretty
place I don’t think my family and community should have to pay the price to mitigate
the environmental degradation that creates the excess wealth in certain areas
of our society that enables preservationist attitudes there. I don’t have any
issues with everybody who happens to live in such areas. Nobody should be
blamed for trying to make a living in the best way they feel that they can. I
have a problem with hypocrites who have their needs met by economies that create
near biological wastelands telling other people they can’t have an economy
based on practices which create a fraction of the ecological impacts.
Again, if we want to live in a just society, the needs of
the people who live in an area and depend on its resources as a means to make a
living and to contribute to society need to be considered first, before
anything else. We, as a society are all creating the conditions that are
leading to the extinction of other species. Again, we all contribute to
environmental problems to some degree. No one culture is responsible for it all
so no one culture should bear most of the burden in trying to fix the problem.
Likewise no one culture has the moral authority to designate itself blameless
or another as the sole source of the problem. No one culture has the moral
authority to designate another as unimportant or insignificant.
The people of all the cultures here are just as much a part
of the American story as any other. People from here have fought and died in
this country’s wars and they once helped produce the raw materials, timber and
minerals that helped build the economy of this region. Some of the cheapest,
cleanest energy available in the form of hydropower produced here still
continues to contribute to the regional economy.
The culture here isn’t nearly as old as many other cultures
in the world but it is unique and, because of this, it is significant in its
own way and it deserves to exist as much as any other culture, certainly as
much as those cultures that have recently appeared on the scene that are
dedicated to “saving the world” by promoting “protection” of the environment in
areas where they don’t live, make a living, or contribute to the community.
It seems to me that the culture here is in steady decline. Of
course, I am a pessimist. Things
always change and it isn’t the same here as when I was younger. I don’t doubt
the decline of culture has been bemoaned by people all over the world for
millennia. That being said, the local economy in the North Cascades is very
weak and there are very few ways to make a decent living based on the local
resources available here.
Historically much of this area’s wealth was generated from
local resources, quite often on public land and quite often by business owners
who also lived in the local communities. Now much of the economy depends on
resources from outside and, not surprisingly, the communities here are beholden
to the desires, whims and availability of excess wealth of people who aren’t
trying to make a living here.
Most of the good jobs are far away. So many people either
move away and live where their work is or they spend a lot of their time
driving back and forth. And, ironically, though this area is isolated enough
that people who live here don’t get to partake in many of the advantages of more
the populated areas without long commutes, it is not isolated enough to keep
from getting overwhelmed by the less attractive aspects of excess wealth in
nearby areas. Many homes and properties here are unaffordable because wealthy
people from those nearby areas pay more for their second or third “vacation”
homes here than someone trying to make a living here can afford to pay for
their first, and probably only, home.
The physical location of the natural resources on public
lands that are being managed by the various state and federal agencies are in
rural areas like the North Cascades and this would lead one to believe that
there are a lot of jobs associated with that management here. However, most of
these jobs are in the bigger towns and cities miles away. So, if you live here
and are in that line of work, you are commuting many miles and many hours a
week. Any kind of active use of natural resources is now pretty much restricted
to private and Washington State DNR lands. There are still a few decent timber
related jobs that pay family wages, mostly related to private land but not
nearly as many as there used to be.
I would not at all be surprised if my children were members
of the last generation of this culture. If things keep going the way they are,
I don’t see much of a future here. I don’t know if I would want them to live
here anyway, in a place plagued by perpetual economic depression and all of the
peripheral problems this causes. This is not my decision to make though. Hopefully,
between Sacha and I, we will raise our kids well enough that, when it is time, they
can be trusted to make their own decisions on the matter, based on what is
right for them. When the time comes, I will try to let them make this decision
without interjecting my own fears and prejudices into it. But I can easily see
myself, consciously or unconsciously, telling them to get the hell out of here.
This is very depressing and it makes me reluctant to teach a
lot of the local human and natural history that I know about this place to my
kids and thus pass some of it on to the next generation. Sometimes it seems
like so much of this knowledge is a waste of time in today’s world and, judging
from my experience, it is doubtful that it will lead to a stable means to make
a living. I probably will pass on a lot of my knowledge about this place,
though, just because it is the natural thing to do, like teaching your child
another language whether or not it may be useful to them in the future.
Another part of me wants to see my kids and the other kids
that are growing up here stay here and carry on cultural and family traditions,
but wouldn’t want to see any of them have to scrape by just to carry these
traditions on.
Assuming I do pass on much of my knowledge, if my kids don’t
stay here, much of it will be out of context, like artifacts removed from an
archaeological site. In other words, if my kids aren’t living the life that the
knowledge refers to, it will be largely useless to them and it will be
completely meaningless to their children. So this out of context knowledge
probably won’t get passed down from my kids to their kids. Much of this will be
in that subconscious store of knowledge that I referred to earlier that needs a
context in order to retrieve it. If they don’t live here, there will be no
context to retrieve it in. Since most of this knowledge isn’t in any book, it
will be lost. To preserve this type of knowledge you have people living lives
where it is relevant.
Ironically, my kid’s contemporaries, who will probably be the
future natural resource managers here will be learning at least some things in
the classroom as adults that my kids will have known about before they could
even read and write. And, once these newcomers show up in the field, they will
be learning even more things that weren’t covered in any classroom that my kids
will have known for most of their lives. Vashti, before the age of three
already knew about cedar trees and salmonberries and quite a few other things
relating to this place.
On public lands, the U.S. government protects, among other
things, historical artifacts through several vehicles such as the Antiquities
Act of 1906, the National Historic Preservation Act of 1966, and the
Archaeological Resources
Protection Act of 1979 which provides for fines up to $500,000. This is done to
protect the history and knowledge that belongs to all of us and rightfully so.
I find it quite ironic that the same government seems to
care so little for the living heirs of this country’s rural history, many of whom
have intimate ties to objects protected by the previously named acts. The
federal government once managed federal lands in part with an eye on caring for
the well being of the communities that bordered these lands and depended on
them for resources to sustain their livelihoods. This no longer seems to be its
focus.
The culture of the early non-Native settlers in the North
Cascades, probably like so many rural cultures in the U.S. are all part of the
national narrative we tell about ourselves as a people. With all the other
cultures of this country, Native and otherwise, they are a part of our
historical legacy, our national heritage, akin to any biological legacy. These
cultures in small areas of the U.S. like the North Cascades and small places around
the world are being lost at least in part due to active discrimination, oppression
and simply neglect.
To my mind, expending great effort to preserve the artifacts
of a culture on the one hand while pursuing policies that cause that culture to
wither away on the other is the equivalent of the bygone days when various
officials, were vying to shoot the last few individuals of species on the brink
of extinction so that these individuals could be stuffed and saved by proper
curation. In effect, they were delivering the final blow of extinction so that dry,
dead representatives of these species could be preserved for posterity.
Time will tell. I definitely don’t know everything and there
may be a whole realm of possibilities for my kids and their contemporaries of
which I am not even aware. I find some hope in my ignorance of both the present
and future.
|
North Cascades National Park, Summer 2007. It took a solid day of off trail walking to reach this spot. |
|
North Cascades National Park, Summer 2007. Same area as previous photo. |
|
Same area as previous photos, Summer 2007. |