In my dream, the geographer tells me nothing can grow in the shadow of a Douglas Fir, not even its own seedlings. We're hiking a trail in Forest Park, fir branches brushing against our faces and arms as we pass. The geographer carries a GPS device, a 3-day supply of Power Bars, and a handgun. He calculates our coordinates on the GPS, but when I ask if I can see it, he says no.
Later, I find out this is true - nothing can grow in the shadow of a Douglas Fir, not even its own seedlings. I scan the horizon and wonder what this means for Portland, surrounded as it is on all sides.
Comments (1)
Congratulations. For the first time ever, someone has made me think of my Northwest forest as a jungle.
Posted by Michael J. Totten | August 5, 2003 10:59 AM
Posted on August 5, 2003 10:59