Before I start whining again, let me clear up an earlier misunderstanding. Last spring I wrote about the canyon I call home, including this shot of neighborhood eucalyptus,
and dear NormaDesmond commented something along the lines of being surprised since he thought I lived in San Francisco. SIGH. As a matter of fact, I live not only in San Francisco, but in the very center of it, geographically. It just happens that my neighborhood is a huge canyon (the unimaginatively named Glen Canyon,) undeveloped except for the street I live on. I suspect this represents real estate development shenanigans, but it’s ok with me because I get to live like Lisa Douglas from Green Acres: a big city gal surrounded by greenery.
Anyway, I interrupted my demanding schedule of vicodin induced napping to bustle down to a meeting this afternoon at the Glen Canyon Rec Center (a Rec Center! Complete with muscular young hooligans shooting hoops next door.) that had been called to protest over plans to cut down a bunch of the enormous eucalytus and other trees that fill the canyon.
San Francisco is a tiny peninsula wedged between the Pacific Ocean and the Bay with no rain nine months out of the year. Before the late 19th and early 20th centuries, it had no trees, just windswept sand dunes and stunted scrub. By the 1920’s, agressive planting of eukes, cypress and pines in the parks and open spaces around town had helped alleviate that to a degree, but San Francisco still has one of the smallest surface areas covered by a tree canopy in America. We have about 12 percent; not much more than Las Vegas, for christ sake, and far less than Houston’s more than 30 per cent.
So it would seem like, with climate change looming, we would cling to each tree, tooth and nail. Instead, the SF recreation and parks’ Natural Areas Program pushed through city legislation to remove thousands of trees here to help restore the landscape to what it was originally. Hard to argue with that, but I do because I do not think the trade off of all the trees is worth it.
The meeting was exactly what I expected, a roomful of old local hippies with a seasoning of crazy guys. They’re slated to start cutting trees in a couple of weeks and I don’t know if this protest has any chance of working.
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