A week ago, I read that the trail up Mount Prevost form Bings Creek was closed – private land. No more hiking there, even though the trail has been well established for years with bridges fording the creek – and is a local favourite, especially the lower parts.
Then I saw a photo showing a massive clearcut. Where? I asked. CPR trail.
What? This trail?
Yes, the lower parts were clearcut – just. This is a designated biosphere – and the historic trail is protected. There was a long battle for this. But the logging company, instead of leaving at least a few metres buffer zone, cut right to the edge of the trail. It broke my heart to see those photos. A few years ago, the loggers had cut right to the edge of McBey Creek – which I don’t think is legal – but they did it.
That also broke my heart. But this – this is unthinkable.
Meanwhile, I watch the logging trucks and chipper trucks travel down the highway in front of our house – every few minutes, another load. It’s no better being here than there. Until the last tree is cut, they will take it away. Old growth, majestic living beings – they are killing them because they can, because they government condones and encourages it, and because there are too many humans who are so greedy they don’t care about the animals or the future generations.
And now science tells us that we are driving headlong into a brick wall of climate disaster and what are we doing about it? Nothing. Trump wants more drilling and more mining. We are building bigger cruise ships; we are helpless to contain the radioactive leak from Fukushima. Have you seen the photos of the radioactive salmon yet?
As a human species, we are creating extinction of other species, yes – but our greatest madness is creating our own extinction. And we are – thoughtlessly, without a care in the world, we are going to drive that car at high speed into the brick wall.
This has been eating at me for days. I don’t know what to do about it. I feel utterly helpless. I do my best in my own tiny sphere. And I know it’s not enough.
If I hear one more person talk about “the economy” I swear I will spit. We need a revolution if we want to save ourselves – and that starts with completely upending our economic model. People are starving while we throw away food. What is this madness?
I am heavy-hearted. I don’t know what to do.
I need the bliss of the alpine – the answers are always there. Only the Mother has answers. And we all need to listen.