Caleb Ramsby , I can’t find the response you left about the old time logging equipment and such. I wanted to respond with some links for you, so here they are.

Hull-Oakes Sawmill, 2 miles east of us

Camp 18, Elsie, Oregon

There is a link to the Camp 18 website in the story, but truly, a visit is best.

I rode with Don Oakes in an ancient crummy, up a horribly steep and muddy road, to visit an ancient steam donkey in the forest on the homestead. Those pictures are on the ‘big’ computer somewhere, so the next time I turn it on (it hasn’t been on in months), I’ll dig them up.

He showed me all the old skids they used when they logged off a road. Now, they just look like gentle swales going down the side of a hill. He also pointed out each of the ‘seed trees’, single trees left after a clear cut to reseed the cut. Similar to what you described, but only usually a single tree. Mostly, he said those trees were used as spar trees, to anchor or hang the haywire and stuff. You can see these seed trees to this day, among the newer growth.

I don’t know that natural reseeding works as well as manual replanting does, at least out here. And, the replanting is an event. Family, friends, neighbours, it’s the PNW equivalent of a barn raising. Food flows freely at the end of each day, along with more robust libations. It’s tough work on steep roads, however, so the youngsters generally get to do the climbing and clinging parts. I have 2 hoedads, a small one and a larger one, somewhere out in the barn. I find they are useful for more than just planting seedling Doug’s.

Peace in, brothah Caleb…

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