In the Midst of Death…
The Lively World of Dead Trees
When a dead tree topples into a river or leans precariously over a campsite, it can be bad news for careless paddlers. But that’s only part of the story. A few years ago, as Tamia watched fledgling tree swallows take their first flight from a nest hole high in a tottering birch, she was prompted to reflect on the “The Lively World of Dead Trees.” And she’s still at it.
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by Tamia Nelson | June 26, 2007
The first time I rounded a bend in a swift river only to find a sweeper dead ahead, I was plenty scared, and with good reason: the current was hustling me right into the lethal embrace of a downed sycamore. Of course, this was one invitation I was determined to reject. And I lost no time in doing so. A quick back ferry to the inside of the bend did the trick. Still, it was a narrow escape. The little mountain stream I was floating was so skinny that my canoe’s stern grated over the gravel in the shallows while the bow rasped against the tips of the sycamore’s quivering branches. I … Read more »