
The soil depth measurements I made on Saturday will be added to the baseline I'm working on that, over time, will help me understand soil development on the northern slopes of the White Mountains. The north slopes, generally, tend to be damper and a bit cooler than slopes with different aspects so soil development may be measurably different. My measuring technique is simple and only involves inserting a strong, graduated plastic rod (1/4 inch diameter) inserted vertically down into the soil until it hits the hard-packed gravel till. The measurements are repeated at one inch intervals across the perpendicular transects in each study plot, then a graph of the measurements is laid out, and, finally, a profile emerges that reflects the incremental development of the soil from year to year.
The light, at the beginning of my hike, was dreamy. It highlighted the rich colors of this end-of-October day. This years crop of leaves was above average in volume (not sure why). The yearly harvest of leaves contribute a great deal of nutrient/biomass to the developing soil. As they decay they add all kinds of stuff including organic matter, numerous cations like calcium (Ca), and tilth. Beech leaves, like these in the photo, are noteworthy as they contain a slightly higher amount of calcium cations than other leaves found here. Calcium is a good thing because it helps lower the pH of the soil although the trace amounts of calcium in beech leaves wouldn't raise the pH of the soil much. Herb Bormann and Gene Likens, within their extensive research at the Hubbard Brook Experimental Forest in West Thornton, NH, have contributed insights into the developmental phases of forest soils in and around the White Mountain. They identify three "compartments" of biomass: living biomass (e.g plants and animals, deadwood, and dead biomass. Dead biomass is the "organic matter" in the soil a lot of which is decaying leaves.





It's difficult from the photo to grasp the scale here but this is one of the yellow birch trees that's 36" in diameter. The crown is still alive and 60 feet above the forest floor. It's no longer a vigorous specimen and probably no longer a carbon sink. It's one thing to have an aesthetic sense of these old trees but with the current emphasis on global warming old growth forests are seen as carbon sources, meaning they have a negative value.
This yellow birch is 32" in diameter.

Balsam firs (A. balsamea) dressed up for Halloween.

The lower section, the first 2.5 miles, of the Gale River Trail, it should be said, is like a 'death march'. It follows old logging roads that are somewhat boring, often wet, and seemingly never-ending. It doesn't begin to feel like a mountain trail until Third Crossing, or now, perhaps, at the small bridge in the photo above. I loved packing the Gale River Trail particularly with a compact, perfectly balanced 100-120 pound load on my pack board, pushing myself to keep a steady pace, trying to make the 5.8 mile trip (in 1961) from the pack house to the hut in roughly 2 hours. My best trip for combined weight and time was 2 hours 10 minutes with 110 pounds. I had an exceptional day when I felt "fluid" and movement seemed effortless. I viscerally remember the "steps", or steep sections, where I really had to push hard alternating with the "flat" sections, like the one above, where I could relax and recover. Like everyone who has packed in the huts the enjoyment is the challenge and the wonderful sense of rhythm you have with the trail and the mountain. People look at our loads and imagine it's some kind of punishment to carry so much weight but I bet anyone who's packed will admit that, on most days, it's incredibly satisfying.


Ever since the heavy rains of August 28th, when Hurricane Irene was moving north through Vermont, I have been curious to see if there was any alteration to the 1954 slide track itself or to this small research area on the lower end of the slide track. In response I have to say that at the lower end of the track there was no visible impact of high water anywhere. That does not exclude the shifting of rocks in the river and other perturbations that I probably would not have noticed to begin with.









As I've noted before a new species in the mix is white pine (P. strobus) that is not represented anywhere else close to the site. In the center of the photo is a three year old white pine that is happily growing at 3250' asl. This is another puzzle in terms of where the original seed stock came from and probing the question of how far white pine seeds travel, generally. On a separate note, looking around from this vantage point that is 150 feet below the top of the slide there is nothing to suggest impact from the August 28th storm. The whole slide track looks similar to the way it looked in May.
This is the tallest white pine on the slide and is located just under 3000' asl and is a little over 40' tall.
The photo above and the photo below are of two white pine seedlings growing 100 feet from the top of the slide track. The evidence is that the white pine is pioneering this niche and seems thrive here, with the question still open about what conveyance brought the white pine seeds here, e.g. wind, animal, etc.


Here on the slide track, however, there are now 20 established specimens. I recorded most of them last fall and their heights vary between 40 and 8 feet. In this photo, two white pines stick out. One's in the upper right corner and the other is in the lower left corner. The introduction of the white pines to this site offers us a good snapshot of the process of succession that we've been discussing. The site has been in flux for nearly 60 years there's . White pine is certainly a common species throughout northern New England so whether it belongs here is not an issue. It's not an invasive, but it is here at the edge of its range just in terms of the altitude. I've mentioned before in the blog that there's evidence of white pines growing up to 3000' but not over that altitude. The other nagging question is where did the original pine seeds that started this process come from. The phenomenon of "buried seeds" is a possible answer. This is an adaptation by which plants produce an abundance of seeds some of which germinate and grow and others that are eaten, rot, etc, but many get buried by environmental mechanisms like leaf drop and become incorporated into the top soil. When the soil gets disturbed by any number of events the seeds start to grow. There are vast differences between species in terms of how long a seed that has been buried will remain viable and there's the possibility that each seed might be affected by other environmental factors such as temperature. I'm not suggesting that the white pine seeds were somehow lodged here before the slide occurred but I do think it offers speculation about how the northern forest emerged at the end of the last ice age 10,000 to 11,00o years ago. Is it possible, I might ask, whether viable seeds were held in glacial ice for tens of thousands of years that were deposited in the post-glacial soil when the glacier ablated?
The colors, with the snow and the flat light created by the clouds, were lovely. The reds are the berries of Mountain Ash and the orange belongs to the needles of a Larch tree which, like the white pine, is rare for this particular site.
Getting to and from the slide track engenders bushwhacking 50 yards through this dense balsam stand. It's one of those challenges that requires the strength of football line backer. You kind of put your head down and push and try to prevent your clothes from getting badly torn.
While I had my head down and pushing myself through the trees I found this curious set of prints from either a raven or crow that were inside the dense cluster of balsams where no bird could fly. It looked as though the bird had done a dance on this stone, walking back and forth a few times, and then pooped and went on his/her way.

After a quick hike up to the ridge to check the hut I came down quickly. This is a glimpse of the new trail. The storm was definitely not a threat at this time, as I had originally thought it might be. I expected the clouds to descend and spitting snow at the hut but it was clear to the bottom of the trail.


As I mentioned earlier there's a large number of blow downs in the area just to the west of the trail near First Crossing. The new cut-off threads its way through them including this towering root ball from a downed balsam and we are offered another snapshot of biotic succession in these downed trees.
The bole of this balsam is 18 inches in circumference and it's close to 90 years old. With it's demise a number of critical factors were triggered, including increased sunlight to the forest floor, that will bring a new generation of balsams and some competitive species to light.



I spent the night at the AMC's highland center where I finally got to meet Keith Wehmeyer in person after corresponding with him for a couple of years. I pulled an all-nighter (almost) in the library going through old Appalachia (the journal of the Appalachian Mountain Club) covering the years 1902 -1922 and earmarking all of the articles on White Mountain history, natural history, including biographies. It takes hours to go through a single volume because it's easy to get pulled into reading all the articles. They're fascinating and filled with lots of great stuff. All this effort will hopefully aid the completion of the glossary I'm compiling of Appalachia articles focusing on the White Mountains that might be useful to readers of this blog.
The Mt. Washington Hotel at Bretton Woods in Crawford Notch. The snow storm raged into the late morning accompanied by a strong wind and when it was over the notch was pasted with wet snow under a concrete sky.
One string of articles in the Appalachia from 1915 thru 1918 covers a massive storm that hit the White Mountains in September 1915 and according to the various articles that covered different aspects of that storm make it out to be the most destructive storm of the last 100 years. The detailed descriptions of the damage to the trails is awe inspiring. In one article by Charlie Blood who what trail master in 1915 he describes blow downs extending for miles across the Ethan Pond trail.
One string of articles in the Appalachia from 1915 thru 1918 covers a massive storm that hit the White Mountains in September 1915 and according to the various articles that covered different aspects of that storm make it out to be the most destructive storm of the last 100 years. The detailed descriptions of the damage to the trails is awe inspiring. In one article by Charlie Blood who what trail master in 1915 he describes blow downs extending for miles across the Ethan Pond trail.

I didn't realize it at the time I took these photos Sunday morning that to the south in western Massachusetts where I live, and in northern this Halloween Storm had caused a great deal of damage estimated in the hundreds of millions of dollars. The wet snow associated with the storm stripped large limbs off trees that brought down electric wires and caused black outs throughout the area that lasted for 8-9 days in some places. It was quite impressive. I had clients who were without lights, heat, or any way to keep fresh food for more than a week. All schools, colleges, malls, doctors offices, wings of hospital, and, best of all, most fast food restaurants had to close for an entire week. The nights were amazing with the bible blackness that settled in everywhere when the sun set. And then there were the stars.



3 comments:
And what are the chances that the croo doesn't pack the old trail on Saturdays when the new trail is filled (well, as much as the GRT is ever filled) with goofers? I'd bet that despite their best efforts the croos will keep the old trail alive, but a bit more secret (a la the croo cut to Greenleaf).
Wow, Ari. I'm glad to hear you say that. I went up it a ways two Saturdays ago but was curious about how the new trails hangs; what kind of a line it has. It's dreary compared to the original. Good to hear from you. I've got to get this blog up and going again. I'm lagging behind with too much work, etc. Going to Zool for a couple of days over Thanksgiving to see George, etc. Best,
Alex.
Alex, it was great to finally meet you. Come back soon. Great post. I always learn a lot.
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