Showing posts with label Conservation Land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conservation Land. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2015

30 Days in June: Day 20, Prairie Creek Preserve

Prairie Creek Preserve
My visit to Prairie Creek was probably the prettiest hike I've had so far on my farewell tour. It started with a turn off of the busy highway and down a narrow tree-lined road. From the grass parking area at Witness Tree Junction, I walked across the Gainesville-Hawthorne bike trail (a popular Rails to Trails route), under the big oaks and to the trailhead. I decided to walk along the Susan Wright (White) Trail. The trails in this preserve are named after local conservationists, some of whom, as I mentioned previously, are also memorialized at John Mahon Park.

Gainesville-Hawthorne Bike Trail
I was struck by how lush and green this trail was. The path through the tall pines was carpeted with soft green grass sparkling with dew. Thick beds of ferns and grasses lined the path on either side and Towhees sang "drink your teeeeea" from the bushes. Patches of pink and orange and white wildflowers made it prettier still--wet loving flowers like Bog Buttons, Orange Milkwort and Meadowbeauty.

Soft Green Path

Drink Your Teeeeeeea

Pale Meadowbeauty (Rhexia mariana)

Orange Milkwort and Bog Buttons (Polygala lutea and Lachnocaulon sp.)

The path led me over the boardwalk through the wet flatwoods. The flatwoods are dry right now, but on other trips, leopard frogs would be a common sight, croaking and hopping away as I neared. White blossoms on the ground alerted me to the flowering Loblolly Bay. Sometimes I am concentrating so much on looking for little things on the ground that I forget to look up!

Boardwalk

Pale Meadowbeauty (Rhexia mariana)

Loblolly Bay (Gordonia lasianthus)
Back on the path again, I passed large swaths of Vanilla Leaf, just getting ready to bloom, and Liatris that will be ready in the fall. It is going to be a pretty wildflower season this year! Black, Spicebush and Giant Swallowtails floated by, lured in by the blooming Carolina Redroot Flowers.

Vanilla Leaf (Carphephorus odoratissimus)

Black Swallowtail
The path led me into dark, swampy woods, over a narrow walkway. When there is water below I always feel like I'm going to lose my balance and fall in. But it was dry today and I trotted over, as sure footed as a mountain goat.

Narrow Walk through Dry Swamp
The dark woods opened onto recently burned flatwoods. I could see the patchwork of green from the Palmettos and little grass tufts, but it was otherwise pretty bare. The browns, blacks and orange tones were a stark contrast to the rich greens I had just come from. But I know that this stage will not last long and that the woods will green up as soon as it rains. And the fall wildflowers will thrive with the open space and nutrients from burned plant matter. The drumming of woodpeckers and the cries of Red Shouldered Hawks resonated through the quiet pines.

Recently Burned Flatwoods
Past the pines I came to a Cypress Swamp full of bullfrogs hollering "Jug o'Rum" and leaping with loud "kerplops". Though I was 20-30 feet from the water, as I moved along I could see frantic frogs flying every which way to escape the predator (me). I spooked a Little Blue Heron that  circled away to the other side of the swamp, squawking indignantly the whole time. They always sound irritated.

Frog Swamp
The trail led away from the swamp and back through burned sandhill to a junction of two paths. I couldn't decide which way I wanted to go. Straight ahead looked like it had some high grass and I was wearing shorts. I had a clothing tragedy last week. My very favorite hiking pants finally gave up the ghost. I only have jeans for long pants right now and it is far too hot for them, so shorts are the only option. I will have to deal with this soon to protect myself from ticks and scratchy grass. Anyway, this limits my trail options for now. I decided to turn off of the White Trail and headed the opposite of the yellow arrow to what I thought would be a good way, but it led me to a private road. I looked at my map and couldn't figure out where this road had come from. I wasn't lost by any means, but I couldn't quite figure out where to go next, and it was getting hot, so I turned back before I made it to the actual Prairie Creek.

Big Decisions
As wonderful as these natural areas that I have been visiting are, more often than not, I am the only person or just one of very few there. This is good and bad. It's good because I get all the beautiful sights and sounds to myself, unbothered. It's bad because there's no one there but me if I have a problem. As much as I do like to hike by myself, I am a bit of a scaredy cat and worrier.  I don't have a good sense of direction and there are occasions when I start to freak myself out, too, such as when I start to wonder if the birds in the bushes are making a lot of noise because a bear or wild hog is around the corner. And some parks just have a creepy vibe. It would be nice to have someone who would call for help if I run into a snake or twist my ankle falling off of the narrow boardwalk, or reorient me if I get lost. On the other hand, things happen and there's really no sense worrying about it. As our adventure loving friend, Lynn, once said to us, "wouldn't it be embarrassing to not die of anything?"

Rattlebox (Lugwigia maritima)

Skullcap (Scutellaria sp.)

Carolina Redroot (Lachnanthes caroliniana) and Visitor
Back along the boardwalk, I heard Common Yellowthroats and Brown Headed Nuthatches as I walked back to the car. The kiosk at the trailhead explains that Prairie Creek is conservation land acquired with Florida Forever funds because it was determined that it had important ecological significance. I'm thankful for the dedicated people who worked hard to preserve this beautiful place. I left feeling tired and happy, but had that dashed a short while later when I watched someone in a car in the lane next to me open the door and pour a bag of trash out on the road. They did this at 3 different lights and it was so deliberately crappy and seemed in direct opposition to people who try to preserve the beautiful things in our world that I despaired for the rest of the morning. It is an uphill battle.

Worth Preserving




Friday, May 17, 2013

This Land Was Made for You and Me


This Land Is Your Land
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

We are living in difficult, strange times. Many ideas that I've held my whole life such as principles of conservation and the common good are being turned upside down. Some days I feel like Alice in Wonderland as things just keep getting "curiouser and curiouser". Except that Alice woke up and it was all a dream, while our nightmare is real. In our crazy world, selfishness and ignorance rule the day while acting in the common interest and rigorous intellectual inquiry have become negative and suspect. And part of this mass insanity is the idea that publicly held land has been taken away from "the people" by the government and needs to be "taken back". In Utah, where I grew up, this attitude has been working into a frenzy that started in the 70's with the "Sagebrush Rebellion" among the western states. Some people out there feel that the government is infringing on their right to own land and to exploit it to its full potential. In Utah, nearly 80% of the land is under federal or state management, in the form of national and state parks, national and state forests, wildlife refuges and Bureau of Land Management land. Those who want to take back the land see Public Land as a power grab by the government and an unwarranted interference into their right to the resources (read "oil, coal, gas, grazing, recreational off road vehicles, development"). Never mind the fragile and unique nature of the lands in question, or that the western states never owned the land in the first place. (In "Living Dry", Wallace Stegner reminds us that the land was federal before the Western States ever came into existence, so there's no "giving back" to be done.) In this weird scenario, the idea of Public Lands has been turned around, distorting it into some kind of "governmental abuse". But the premise behind protecting public lands is to serve the common good. Public Lands as they stand belong to every citizen of the U.S., as well as visitors from all over the world. They will not be developed into towns or roads or oil refineries. The plants and animals are protected. The air is clean. It is quiet. There is enough land that there are wildlife corridors. Land that is protected now will be there for future generations. The energy (oil) lobby has been successful in whittling away at this land, however, and there are now roads and oil derricks all over BLM land. Fracking isn't too far behind. There is a constant fight to maintain the boundaries of the national parks and monuments. The battle in Utah and in the West over the fate of Public Lands is fierce and ongoing. I am increasingly thankful for all the hard work of the people fighting to protect our natural heritage.

Butte in Desolation Canyon, Utah, on BLM Land
Here in Gainesville, we have a related and potentially precedent setting problem. Gainesville has a vibrant program of purchasing and conserving sensitive natural areas and turning them into nature parks. They become Nature Sanctuaries, where the plants, animals and artifacts are protected, and they contribute to our city's greenway. There are pockets of protected habitat sprinkled all over the city, with attention given to providing nature corridors wherever possible. The problem is that a wealthy and politically powerful property owner has approached the City with a proposal to purchase a section of conservation land that borders his property. He has offered a significant amount of money. A million dollars for about 5 acres. This puts the City in the politically difficult position of possibly turning down money in a time when cash is short, or accepting it and selling out our shared resource to a wealthy person, just because he wants it. The land wasn't for sale. In fact, the City purchased it in order to protect sensitive land. It was an important tract or they wouldn't have purchased it. There are endangered plant species on the property and it connects with a larger protected area that runs through the heart of the city. The wealthy person says he wants a buffer around his property to keep strangers from walking through. Someone argued for him that he will be able to protect the land better than the City can, and others say that the City should take the money and buy an important parcel that would help add more protection to the same large piece of land. But this is not the point. If he owns the land, it becomes private. It is not part of the public holdings. He can do with it what he likes. He'll probably fence in the property, which means that he will cut off that land from other sections. Animals will not be able to travel freely from one end to the other. No one will be able to see the property or enjoy it. The City Commission agreed yesterday to consider this proposal. In our new political climate, and with a new conservative Mayor coming on board in a few weeks, there is a good chance that it will pass. There is still time to try to fight, though, and I think it's important to try.
Invasive/Exotic Air Potato Cleanup in Mason Manor, Next to the Property in Question
This brings me back to the topsy turvy times we're in. When did the Common Good become a bad thing? How can you give Public Land back to "the People"? The Government is us and we are "The People". It is already our land! I am just baffled over the twisted logic. But the fact is that once land is taken out of the "Public" control and given to "the People", it becomes private. Private land with no accountability. No visibility. No access. No constraints. In these science-denying times where it is predicted that we will lose thousands of species in the next century to loss of habitat and climate change it becomes ever more important to protect what we can. Someone once described land conservation in a way I hadn't thought of before. The person said basically that we tend to think of protected land as pieces of a pie. What difference does it make if we just cut off a small slice--develop just a little bit? What we forget is that the pie we see now is only a fraction of the original pie. The pie has been growing smaller and smaller as we have developed more and more. If we continue whittling away at that wilderness pie, pretty soon there will be no pie to take slices from.

Belted Kingfisher in Mason Manor, Next Door to the Property
Public Land is our Natural Heritage. It's our National Heritage. We need to fight to keep the Public Land public.