common interest

You gotta like green

…That’s why it exists
The timber industry. That’s what kept it alive,  but now it’s tourism
Gotta like green
If you don’t like green, you gotta deal with it

Very fertile, sunshine, vegetation, muskeg
Mountain rocky country, very rugged domain
Like prehistoric times, the ice age just moved off here
The soil base over the rock hasn’t had time to develop
So tree roots grow flat across the ground
Can’t grow down.  It’s solid rock
Nothing to grab on to and blow over
A lotta blowdowns, a lotta debris

The center of  Red Cedar is dead, rotted
Like the stem of a tulip, hollow
Only the outer bark and  sapwood are alive
Dead, dried and seasoned, this Red Cedar refuse turns into topsoil

Commercial thinning, clear cuts.  Timber is merchantable
Versus virgin timber –  old growth, never been logged
The very big timber is up on the mountains
Big hemlock, timber 200 feet tall
We have Tennessee Red (the most fragrant), Western Red,
Yellow Cedar (most rare) and the Giant Red
Also Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock,  with bark that’s scaly
The dead standing snags make great firewood

Yeah, just rock or swamps
And beneath the swamp is rock or lake
Peat moss grows up 11 feet, so it’s one hundred to two hundred feet
To the bottom of that ravine, unforseen
The deeper you go, the more soggy it gets. 
Like prehistoric times  before soil built up on the earth
Sink holes, they’ll swallow you up

Lumber mills, big saw mills
Has a Forest Service contract
He cuts lumber really fast
Shipped all over the world

Steelhead streams – The ‘Real’, The ‘Newenberry’
Creekbeds are marble white. Fish show up better
Rainbow and Cutthroat trout
And hundreds of no name lakes full of fish
By the five gallon bucketful

Four deer per person per household, antler deer
For ‘Tricky’ and his boys, that’s twelve deer a season
This year it’s been mostly  twins and triplets
Two bucks or two bucks and a doe
Also ptarmigan, a little native grouse in the summertime
Roaming the western hills
State bird, I think

By skiff, ferry or floatplane
It’s a superb ride to a Native land
You – don’t –  know
You – stupid –  white  – man

Welcome to Deliverance

Kasaan, Alaska.  Why does it exist?

I recall the words…

Near Ernest Sound, Eastern Passage and

Zimovia Strait

When an eagle comes, south wind on its way

Whooshed through the yellow cypress

See Caulder Mountain for the first time

Shotguns and cricks

In the remote wilderness

That’s how this place is…

Fucked up, doped up

Moonshine, fifteen dollars a quart jar

Or if you prefer, a slow release opioid…

– I don’t like downers, I never have

Garbage cans, small dogs, and kids

All blowing around

Out here

Hillbilly youth, beauteous boy

Harassed and was forced to strip naked

But couldn’t escape and was raped…

Then left home

A trip into the unknown

Lines, wires, cables and chokers

Riggin rats and riggin slingers

How does a truck driver dress

In this country?

Caulk boots

A logging accident…what lies ahead

For this broken down cripple

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Frigate Bird

Desert isle, visions of trees

A place not many people see

Free and easy, screaming shrilly

The Figate bird sailed by

Circled over the inner bay

Mile long Southwest Cay

Within the lagoon

It flew

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Brackish water, dreamy rapture

Reached my ear

Safe and happy

Go on! Sing!

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Lighthouse above the sea

Roaring ocean receeding

Softened and became silent

…Eventually