The forest canopy has been thinned so that the floor is bushier than it used to be. And dotted with clearings, where the old trees have been cut down. Here is a fresh one.
The men I hiked with had decades of experience in these woods. And they mourned their passing. We noticed a landslide on the far hill of a ravine, just below a clearing that had been cut. Not trees, nothing to hold the soil on the mountain. Sad, and dangerous.
Our local church, the school staff, a local NGO called Care of Creation, neighbors, police, forestry service personnel, and the press are all beginning to cooperate to save the remnant of this forest. Not quite the same as resuscitating a baby on a Saturday morning, but in the long run the effect is similarly life-affirming and future-oriented. A privilege to participate.