Thanking Squirrels - Questions for Rangers
Noel Laflin
6-2-19
It’s not often that I can thank a squirrel, but gratitude is
in order to the one who decided to burrow into a hillside in order to make a
home, and in the process become a little archaeologist/geologist of sorts. I picture the furry bugger with miniature headlamp in place and pickax in paw.
I went back to the steps leading to old Lookout Point in
Irvine Park the other day hoping to find chunks of charcoal lying about – like the
ones I had noticed on an earlier climb to the old, abandoned picnic site. And although
the water to the drinking fountain up there was turned off decades ago, and
tables removed long ago as well, the view of the park below is still pretty
cool. A lone, scruffy, wind sculpted oak
is the only tree in the vicinity, tenaciously clinging to the edge of the
overlook. But the squirrels did not
disappoint as plenty of newly unearthed chunks of blackened charcoal lay
scattered about the steps leading up there. The charred remains were from a
clear cut section of hillside showing dark veins of charcoal running evenly
across the land, now buried under six inches of rock and topsoil.
I am no expert in the study of soil layers or horizons, as
they are called, but it was clear to me that something mighty hot roared through
this park long, long ago and has been buried for quite a while. Not long by
geological standards, but long enough in human terms – certainly longer than I
have been here, or my parents or grandparents, and so on.
The wildflowers along this hillside are abundant; most of
which don’t sprout, let alone flourish, without the benefit of fires past. In order
to grow some of these plants at home, gardening sites recommend that you add charcoal
to your backyard soil when planting seeds like caterpillar scorpionweed,
poppies, etc. Well, there is certainly an abundance of wood charcoal in this
region, both old and recent, and an abundance of caterpillar scorpionweed
blooms, poppies, etc.
And as grateful as I am to the industrious ground squirrel that
first brought this to my attention, I am now even more curious as to just how
long ago that blaze occurred and what type of former trees, the remains of
which, I now held in hand.
Oaks, I imagine – probably relatives of those giants still
standing down below closer to the creek – the ones that are already centuries
old. You get a good view of them from Lookout Point.
I need to ask a ranger one of these days, show some pics,
and get his or her opinion. They are always pretty helpful folks. I wanted to
become a ranger once upon a time, but got distracted in the process of sorting
out life and made other career choices.
And while I am at it,
I will ask a million other questions too about this place. I have tried asking
the squirrels, but they just look at me like I’m nuts. I will probably get that
same reaction from the next ranger I track down.