|Posted by Nanka on August 7, 2012 at 8:15 PM||comments (0)|
Tobias Schultz said in an interview on KHUM 8/7/12: For one PALCO actually cut down about 385 thousand old growth trees, so that was trees that are over two hundred years old. That was actually more then three quarters of all of the old growth trees that were in the forest in 1986 ... You’re talking about cutting down almost a half a million old growth trees in 21 years ... The impacts to the young growth forest I talked about included the c...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on March 4, 2003 at 6:30 PM||comments (0)|
This Blog page actually reads from the bottom posts up, since I am trying to post them in a chronological order, just to clarify... Thanks.
In 1998 there were protesters in the Mattole deep woods, who stopped Pacific Lumber from cutting parts of a Timber Harvest Plan (THP) on Sulphur Creek.
In 2000-2001 there was a Free State for five months, and continual occupation in the woods for nearly a year.Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on December 20, 2002 at 5:55 PM||comments (0)|
On December 17th, Tuesday, Forest Defenders halt Pacific Lumber's (PL's) logging of an Old Growth Redwood forest along highway 36, for two days. Under a bridge, to a place some call "Avalon," a person named Troll, stayed in a hammock with its support lines going around the bridge. Vehicles were unable to pass. Around fifteen people were standing on the bridge in support for the pod sitter and for his protection. The out-of-town helicopter loggers were flown in...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on September 4, 2001 at 1:55 AM||comments (0)|
It had been nearly 10 months, after a long traumatic summer of raids from police, loggers destroying our beautiful home, we were fully malnourished eating native food: Miner’s Lettuce, roasted Bay nuts & crickets, raspberries; we had a bucket stash of oats, honey, & almond butter that we would sun bake into bars. Potatoes & onions had sprouted from compost & we’d eat them raw. We would hike about 10-15 miles through steep terrain during the day and a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on June 15, 2001 at 4:45 PM||comments (0)|
"How far North have we come do you think?" I asked again.
that far," he said. We started up the hill. Staring at the sky,
through the Bay tree branches, it was a hazy brown-purple, like
dawn though it was the middle of the night. A breeze shifted from the
other side of the mountain. We looked at each other and our eyes said
to each other, "Smoke." We were almost there.
|Posted by Nanka on April 12, 2001 at 9:50 PM||comments (0)|
In the wet darkness I reach the top of the ridge, nearing Look-out, I hear a pair of light footed shoes. A dark invisible shadow of energy in the black air moves silently. Exhaustion within each bone, communicating deliriously to my mind numbed with paranoia, I shake the warnings of danger from the top of my head. From the deepness of my heart and trust of telepathic intuition, I whisper...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on April 5, 2001 at 5:25 PM||comments (0)|
Chapter VI April
|Posted by Nanka on March 8, 2001 at 6:25 AM||comments (0)|
Mattole ~ March 2001
Peter began building a wooden fence in front of the tipi. It was a nice rustic fence made of poles as the posts and two rail poles an equal length from the ground as it was from each other. He had striped all of the bark from each pole. It looked lik...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on March 2, 2001 at 4:15 AM||comments (0)|
One night we heard that Buffalo Bill might be driving in a vehicle, so stay on alert so we can help get it into position. I stayed up at the car, nodding off while I sat in the A-frame tunnel tarpy, protected by the wind leaning against some gear. When the look-out on the hill blew the alert whistle I jumped up and out into the crisp starry night sky and headed up the ridge. A bunch of us gathered there and we saw the hea...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nanka on February 16, 2001 at 7:15 AM||comments (0)|
Coast and I were sitting on the gang plank next to the flag pole on the Front Wall of the Compound. We had some baling wire in our hands and were slowly reinforcing the logs. It was a clear day in our snowy wonderland. We could hear the crisp sound of the spring overflowing into a five gallon jug. In the snow we could see where the spring wanted to flow across the road. It melted the compacted and trampled snow, leaving behind a line of bare dirt di...Read Full Post »