I Lived in a Tree for Two Years

Chi veniva a trovarmi doveva scalare e poi calarsi con le corde. In quei due anni ho finito l’università mentre osservavo i corvi che allevavano i loro piccoli e gli orsi che raccoglievano le ghiande.

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I’ve always felt a deep connection with trees. In October 1998, I was twenty-five and living in Humboldt County, California, doing side jobs while studying at the state university. My safe haven was an eighty-acre grove of giant redwoods in Freshwater Creek Forest, a place I’d go for peaceful contemplation.

One evening, I noticed some trees had been marked with orange paint. The Pacific Lumber Company had stepped up its operations in the area. Whenever I’d seen trees marked in this way, they disappeared within weeks. Many trees were already occupied by activists.

I was on a construction job when my friend Roger said: “Hey, Nate, they’re going to cut that grove today.” I wanted to drive over straight away, but decided to wait until after work, in the hope that the loggers would have left for the day.

I’d already chosen three trees I particularly wanted to protect. When we arrived that evening, only one was still standing. I later called her Mariah, after the song They Call The Wind Mariah from the musical ‘Paint Your Wagon’. She was twelve feet in diameter and two hundred feet high – even her lowest branches were eighty feet from the ground. Luckily, smaller trees had sprouted off her main trunk at the base and I was able to work my way up using those. I hauled my supplies up after me and kept climbing until I found some branches one hundred and thirty feet up where I was able to make a rudimentary nest – and that’s where I spent the first night. It was drizzly and my feet were cold, but I was able to rest, at least.

Before dawn, Roger returned with more food, a sleeping bag and a tarpaulin. The loggers had already arrived. At first, their hostility was aimed at one of their own: “Ah, Joe! You got hippies in your tree again... Why is it always you?” But soon an argument started over whether they should carry on cutting regardless. When I felt chainsaw vibrations, I thought my time was up, but it was all for show – they were only cutting through the sprout trees at Mariah’s base.

Things remained pretty heated during the first couple of months. Once, someone drove by and fired shots, seemingly in my direction; another time, a friend found her car rolled over a cliff. By then I’d established more permanent living quarters, and was able to take in regular provisions, brought in by local residents.

Nature also provided some intimidating episodes. I experienced heavy rain and winds that whipped Mariah back and forth, twenty feet in either direction. Eventually, I built a platform forty feet lower down, where things were calmer. As the months passed, I watched ravens raise their young in a tree opposite and a family of bears collecting acorns in an oak.

Guests would climb up using my ropes and abseil back down again. I accepted a cellphone for calling in help and a laptop that I used to finish my degree. Occasionally someone would even look after Mariah while I went for a bath. But the company sometimes sent hired climbers to perform forcible extractions and during one of these, a colleague fell and was lucky to escape with her life. So in order not to put anyone else at risk, I vowed to go it alone. That led to my longest stretch in the tree without touching the ground – more than six months.

Finally, I learned Pacific Lumber was to stop its plan. I descended in mid-October, just over two years after my first ascent. The transition was difficult at times – I’ve never felt more alive than I did during my time looking after Mariah. 

For the next few years,I planted trees and later acquired a forty-five-acre virgin forest, saving it from destruction. I drive past Mariah from time to time and occasionally visit. The new landowners have a policy not to cut trees of her stature, so in theory she is safe. It has been twenty years and she’s still standing, touch wood.  

 • As told to Chris Broughton

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