Trash Fishing On The Ohop

by Charly Kearns | May 2016

Charly Kearns

Charly Kearns, Land Steward

April marked the trash fishing opener on Ohop Creek.  If this seems like an odd statement to you, let me explain.  This past winter saw several flood events in the Lower Ohop Valley.  This is to be expected, considering that most of the valley is a floodplain and it is not unusual for the creek to over top its banks during heavy winter rains. However, one unfortunate consequence is the garbage that ends up in Lower Ohop Creek, including many large chunks of Styrofoam from floating docks that wash downstream from Ohop Lake. The recently installed engineered log jams in Ohop Creek act like giant colanders and strain out a significant amount of trash.  Since trash in the stream doesn’t sit well with me, it was time to find some remedies.

Tools of the trade: Trash fishing with “chopsticks”

So, our trusty interns Hannah and Julian joined AmeriCorps member Claire Cook and me for an afternoon of trash fishing.  While I could have created better tools, given unlimited time and resources, this was done on the fly.  I grabbed all the long-handled, sharp objects I could find lying about, and we got to work.  These tools included a tree pruning saw with a long wooden handle, a long PVC conduit pipe sharpened into a spike, and an iron hanging plant stand with decorative hooks.

Teamwork makes the dream work

Wrangling Styrofoam

It didn’t take us long to develop our technique.  For the most difficult to reach objects, the far-reaching pruning saw was the best choice.  For any objects with a handle or an opening, the “Shepard’s hook” plant stand did the trick. For smaller pieces of foam, the PVC spike could skewer like nothing else.  We even used the saw and the PVC tube like chopsticks to grab small plastic bottles from the creek.  The whole situation started to feel like we were playing one of those coin-operated claw games you find at arcades, only we hoped to catch an empty beer can instead of a stuffed animal.

Landing a chest freezer

Charly lands a chest freezer in Ohop Creek

Conversation inevitably turned to how to create the perfect trash fishing tool. It would have a lightweight, telescoping handle with a grabber, a spike on the end, and a hook that could be cast out on a piece of rope.  We have not submitted a patent on this tool yet, so feel free to create a prototype of your own (just let me be involved in the testing stage).

At the end of the afternoon, we had landed at least a dozen large chunks of foam, a tire, a pile of bottles and cans, and the pièce de résistance: a compact chest freezer.  We removed an impressive amount of debris from Ohop Creek, but I’m still kept up late some nights thinking about the one that got away.

We’ll just have to go back another day and try our luck again.

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Winter flooding in the Lower Ohop Valley (photo: Brian Combs)

 

An Eagle Takes Flight

By Charly Kearns | April 2016

Charly Kearns

Charly Kearns, Land Steward

A few months ago, I was contacted by a very polite young man from a local Boy Scout troop.  He introduced himself as Tristan and explained that he was looking for a location to complete his Eagle Project, a project that culminates many years of hard work and is the highest honor in the Boy Scouts.  As an Eagle Scout myself, I was excited to help another individual achieve this distinction.  Tristan told me that he was an avid fisherman and he wanted to help restore salmon habitat by organizing a tree planting event.

 

Tristan met me at the Land Trust’s Yelm Shoreline Nature Preserve, where I am Caretaker.  As we discussed logistics, Tristan revealed that five years earlier he had come to that same site as a student with the Nisqually River Education Project to help with the property’s very first restoration event.  This experience had a lasting effect on him and gave him the idea for his Eagle Project.  The site has had great success and phenomenal growth in subsequent years, with a few areas of patchy survival.  This seemed like a great opportunity to come full circle; Tristan would organize a planting event at the same site where he was introduced to habitat restoration.

Students planting the Yelm work site in 2010

Students planting the Yelm work site in 2010

I recommended that we diversify the restoration by adding several new species of native shrubs, as well as some additional conifers in areas of lower survival.  We agreed on the planting location, number of plants and an event date, then he headed out into the community to raise money for the plants.

Tristan and a newly planted tree

Tristan and a newly planted tree

On the day of the event, Tristan showed up with a big group of scouts and leaders.  The troop had just come back from a rainy night of camping, and everyone was cheerfully prepared to spend a rainy and muddy day planting trees.  After showing everyone how to properly plant bare root trees, I turned the event over to Tristan.  He did a wonderful job of keeping the group organized, and was constantly checking in to make sure that the trees were planted correctly.  By the end of the day we had planted all 300 trees and shrubs, with a break halfway for pizza.

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Boy Scouts reporting for tree-planting duty!

This experience was very special for me.  It reminded me of all the moments in my life that have driven me towards a career in conservation.  Of course my parents were pivotal, and my experiences growing up on a small farm largely shaped my worldview.  However, my time with the Boy Scouts was also influential.  It was an outlet for my exploration of wild places, and instilled in me the self-reliance and preparedness that I prize.  It makes me very happy to see young people having these experiences and developing a deep respect for the earth.  I’m glad that Tristan will be able to look out at this rapidly growing forest, and watch it mature.  I hope that he will someday bring his grandchildren to this site and see the forest teeming with wildlife and the salmon running plentifully in the river.

The pasture after the first season of planting, January 2011

Planting area in January 2011

The pasture under restoration, February 2016

Planting area in February 2016

Ruffed Up By “Oscar The Grouse”

by Cris Peck | January 2016

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Cris Peck, Outreach Coordinator

Naturally, we have wildlife encounters while conducting monitoring visits and stewardship activities. We’ve seen elk (wapiti), black bear, bobcats, coyotes, and the occasional cougar signs. Generally, we don’t feel threatened by wildlife on our properties; they’re just part of our work environment. The big mammals are seldom seen and, if they appear, they promptly turn tail and run. But this is a story about an encounter that made us all nervous and put us on edge. We had to protect volunteers as well as ourselves from this wily animal: a Ruffed Grouse. Yes, you read that correctly.

Ruffed Grouse (Bonasa umbellus) are small, pheasant-like birds that live in forest-interiors, feeding on insects and seeds. If you’re hiking in the summer and hear what almost sounds like an engine trying to start, that’s likely the ‘drumming’ of an enamored male grouse.  It’s a deep, guttural noise that starts slow and progressively gets faster and faster. The drumming is created by a rapid beating of the wings and, in grouse culture; the loudest drummer is most likely to attract a female. Male Ruffed Grouse are also fiercely territorial. Now this is where the story begins.

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The infamous Ruffed Grouse

The Yelm Food Bank and Green Mountain Coffee Roasters have donated 30 bales of burlap coffee bags to the Land Trust—almost 30,000 bags! Each bale weighes about a ton and contains anywhere from 800 to 1,000 bags.  We employ these as a biodegradable weed block for new tree and shrub plantings. In the summer, vegetation grows aggressively and, unaided, young seedlings face fierce competition for sunlight and nutrients. In a way, burlap serves as a bodyguard to our plantings until they can establish themselves. We also use the bags for control of Reed Canary Grass – a non-native invasive grass that can grow over 6 feet tall and dominate riparian areas. When placed on the young sprouts, the burlap bags can be really effective in managing this problematic weed.

You may be asking, “How do we install the bags?” Well, it took us a while to figure this out. We eventually went with gardening staples, but for the first work party we used wooden stakes. We cut holes in the corners of the burlap and, using rubber mallets, drove the stakes into the ground to secure everything in place. We may have literally ruffled some feathers through all this commotion because that day we met our friend, the Ruffed Grouse.

 

The grouse spent the morning following volunteers around—a harmless, cute spectacle. While the group was there he wouldn’t come too close, but once the volunteers went home that day, all bets were off. Suddenly confident in his authority, the grouse charged us, biting our heels and pants, chasing us down the trail and chest-bumping our legs. This was his territory and we were unwanted visitors. The stake pounding must have resembled the male’s drumming because this little 8 inch tall bird was not happy, and he wasn’t backing down. In fact, we were backing down. He chased our work truck all the way down the access road. He won that day.

Fast forward a few weeks to one of the largest planting events we’ve ever hosted. We had over fifty volunteers at this site, and the grouse was on full alert. We had to plant in pairs: one person on guard against the grouse while the other planted. If you stooped down to plant, the bird would lunge at your face or attack your legs. No one was hurt, but by the end of the event everyone was aware of our feathered friend. Hardy volunteers backed down when confronted by a flurry of flapping wings and Charly and I took on a new role that day – Grouse Coordinator.

We came to call our grumpy planting companion “Oscar the Grouse”. He participated in several work parties that winter and accompanied a group of NatureMapping volunteers in the spring. We haven’t seen Oscar in several months, but if you’re out in Yelm be careful; you may find yourself in Oscar’s territory.

New Plantings Have Deep Roots

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By Cris Peck | December 2015

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Early on a cold and blustery November morning crew members from the Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge Washington Conservation Corps and I prepared to host forty third-grade students at the McBride property at Red Salmon Creek. They were helping us install native plants in an open field and they were the first group to help out at this site this fall, so we were a little anxious. We organized work gloves, moved shovels, checked plants, and sipped hot beverages as we awaited the boisterous group of students. The chatter and joyful yells traveled ahead of the group as they made their way down the forested gravel road toward the pasture. They were here!

Leading the pack was Sheila Wilson, decked out in all yellow rain gear and grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious that she was in her element. Each fall she brings student groups out to Land Trust properties to help with plantings and this was the second site this year. Earlier in the fall she coordinated school groups to help with plantings in the Ohop Valley. Sheila is the program director for the Nisqually River Education Project, whose mission is to connect students in the Nisqually Watershed with the environment around them. What better way to do this than to get on the ground and get your hands dirty?

Upon arrival, students proclaimed, “Wow! Look at all of the plants!” and asked “Do we have to plant all of them today?”

Our answer: “Well, of course not! We take it one step, or one plant, at a time. We always have at least two people working to plant one tree.”

When it was all said and done, we had planted 1,750 native trees and shrubs in two weeks. Twelve school groups from eight different schools, a University of Washington class, a Boy Scout Troop, and a a bunch of other volunteers helped out. Teamwork makes the dream work and the collaborative spirit of the Nisqually Watershed was very much a part of completing this step in habitat restoration at this site.

Bear in mind, the weather didn’t make those two weeks easy – we had torrential downpours that created a creek through the pasture and frozen mornings that turned the ground into concrete. Regardless, spirits were always high and every day was a blast. You can’t help but smile when you see a kid covered head-to-toe in mud yelling “This was the best school day ever!”

The trees and shrubs planted this fall will grow up around a memorial tree planted for Bud McBride in 2012. Bud was a great supporter of efforts to protect the Nisqually River and Delta. About 15 years ago, he wanted to be sure that his family’s land would be permanently protected and transferred the property to the Land Trust. In 2014, the Land Trust transferred the property to the Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge. The Wildlife Refuge invited the Land Trust to continue habitat monitoring, maintenance, and restoration activities at this site and we are glad to have the opportunity. We think fondly of Bud and his partner, Richard Schneider, every time we’re on the property. Without them this project and its legacy would not be possible.

The conifers planted this fall could live over 1,000 years. The assortment of native seedlings planted will improve water quality for the vast wetlands that provide habitat for a wide variety of critters, including salmon. This is a beautiful legacy we all work to protect – it’s the future beyond ourselves.We have another 1,250 plants to install in January and we hope that you’ll join us for one or more of those volunteer events. Check out our event calendar for more information.

 

A Soggy Start to the Planting Season

By Charly Kearns

Charly Kearns

Charly Kearns, Land Steward

For the past seven years, Halloween has come to mean something special to many in our watershed – it’s the official kickoff of the planting season. Since 2009, it has been a tradition to host a volunteer planting in the Ohop Valley on October 31. Now that construction on the new channel of Ohop Creek is wrapped up for the foreseeable future, the reforestation effort takes center stage. The Nisqually Indian Tribe’s restoration crew has taken the lead on the planting project, installing the majority of the nearly 100,000 native trees and shrubs throughout the valley. However, local students and volunteers are playing a big role too!

Since we’ve planned the annual volunteer event to fall around Halloween, naturally we’ve had a number of ghouls and goblins come out to help. This year was a little different – most volunteers came out in their best drowned rat costumes. A powerful “Pineapple Express” system arrived just ahead of the event and the valley received close to 3” of rain over the weekend. Combined with high winds, planting conditions were less-than-ideal. The event was almost cancelled, but we decided to follow through and anticipated many volunteers would opt-out. Much to my surprise, we had a total of 60 hardy volunteers come out for the day, helping to plant 750 trees and shrubs!

This is a great example of how incredible our volunteers are. Seemingly unfazed by torrential rains and high winds, volunteers young and old went to work in the floodplain, the sounds of their laughter and conversations carrying across the valley. When the creek topped the bank and water started flowing across the floodplain, everyone helped to move the remaining potted plants out of harm’s way.

Next year, after eight years of effort, we will host the last major planting season in the Ohop Valley. The entirety of the floodplain on the Land Trust’s property will be filled with young trees and shrubs. Walking through the rapidly growing forest, first established by those early plantings, it is thrilling to think about what this place will look like in twenty or thirty years. I know that many in our watershed share this excitement. I just met a young man who remembered helping to plant trees in the Ohop with the Nisqually River Education Project when he was in middle school. He is now graduated from college and pursuing a job in the environmental field.

This experience sticks with people. Many of our regular volunteers still talk about the first Ohop planting, and the impact it had on them.  I feel very lucky to have played a part in this effort. We’ll be out planting trees throughout the watershed this winter, so be sure to check out our volunteer calendar for upcoming events.

Farming Old-Growth Forests

by Charly Kearns, October 2015

Overview of forest stand N022, which will be thinned in the coming years.

Overview of forest stand N022, which will be thinned in the coming years.

The Land Trust’s Mount Rainier Gateway Forest Reserve is a 2,500 acre corridor connecting the Elbe Hills State Forest to the west with the Gifford Pinchot National Forest and Mount Rainier National Park to the east. This is roughly half of the land owned by the Land Trust, and nearly all of it was previously owned and managed by industrial timber companies. The Mount Rainier Gateway properties were purchased with Section 6 Endangered Species Act Funding, with a particular interest in creating a buffer for northern spotted owls and marbled murrelets, both of which nest in nearby old growth forests.

Old growth forests are complex ecosystems, with structural and biological components. Of course they have big, old trees, but dead trees are just as important. Spotted owls nest in cavities, which are usually found in old snags. Downed trees will decay and provide food for insects and fungus, which will form the base of the food chain, and also provide an excellent growing platform for the next generation of trees. Marbled murrelets require large-limbed trees to serve as nesting platforms, which only develop in very old conifers.

The Land Trust’s property is a mosaic of second-growth and third-growth forests, which have been managed to produce fast growing, straight conifers, which can be harvested in 40-50 years. This is not the sort of management strategy that produces good habitat for species that require old growth forests. However, some of the same forest management techniques used by the timber companies can be repurposed to speed up the development of old growth characteristics.

Recently, I met with a Natural Resources Conservation Service (NRCS) forester to take a look at a stand of young trees on the property. The stand encompasses over 200 acres and is composed of 25 year old trees. The trees are very tightly spaced, and in the midst of some intense competition for available resources. If left alone, the trees would continue to grow quickly in height, without putting on trunk diameter. This creates tall, thin trees which are likely to blow over sometime down the road. This is a natural process that would eventually allow the largest and healthies trees to dominate. However, the process can be sped up by selectively removing the weaker trees.

We spent a few days walking through the thick, wet trees, taking tree measurements and assessing the best way to manage the stand. In some places, we counted as many as 4,000 trees per acre (tpa). This is more than 10 times the number of trees that is recommended for developing large, healthy trees. Over the next few years, we plan to hire a forestry crew to work through the stand and cut out the weakest trees. This will give the larger trees the space they need to begin to put on diameter and maintain a healthy crown (the green stuff). The crew will also be able to influence the species composition of the future forest. Most of the stand is dominated with Douglas fir, western hemlock, and noble fir, with scattered red cedar. By favoring the hemlock and cedar, the forest will move towards a true climax forest earlier than if it were left on its own.

Returning to the truck after a soggy day, we hiked up through one of the few remaining stands of old-growth forest on the property. It was a great way to finish out the afternoon. We found lots of cool plants, and, my personal highlight, an old Doug fir with an agarikon conk fungus on it (one of the longest lived species of fungi and an ecological indicator). I feel most at peace in these ancient forests, with unknown ecological processes happening all around. I am happy to know that these trees will outlive me, and the next 40 generations. And I have hope that the owls, murrelets, plants, insects and mushrooms will continue to find refuge in places like this.

Empathizing with Torger Peterson

by Charly Kearns, September 2015

 

As the Land Steward for the Nisqually Land Trust, I have the distinct pleasure of monitoring our 5,000+ acres of protected land, assessing habitat conditions, and addressing potential problems.  This is the part of my job that I love more than anything else.  I am truly happiest when I have the chance to wander around in the woods by myself.  This blog is a way for me to share some of those stories with our membership and greater community, and for you to get a better picture of the land we care for.

Given that I spend a lot of time by myself in the woods, I tend to find myself in situations begging for an audience.  This has never felt more apparent than the comedy of errors that was my recent trip to the Upper Ohop Valley.  The Land Trust acquired 202 acres of floodplain and upland forest habitat at the upstream end of Ohop Lake in April of this year, protecting almost a half mile of Ohop Lake shoreline, and 1.2 miles of Ohop Creek.  My first visit to the property boundaries left me wanting to explore more, but I knew it would be a challenge.  Much of the floodplain is covered in thick native shrubs and reed canary grass, making walking difficult.  I came up with what I considered to be an ingenious idea – I would put on my waders and use the creek bed as a trail to access the interior of the property.  First rule of being a Land Steward – don’t get too cocky.

The site visit started out easy enough, and I was able to slowly make my way downstream on a nice gravel creek bed.  I watched a number of young lampreys swimming and moving small gravel.  But it was not long before I came to the first of many deep, mucky pools.  Traveling along the bank at a snail’s pace, I decided to cross one of these pools on a downed log, the structural integrity of which was questionable at best. Bad idea. About halfway across the pool the log snapped, throwing me, my waders, GPS, camera, and lunch headlong into the water.  Soaked, I crawled up the bank and found a sunny spot to try to dry out while I ate my soggy lunch.

After some time in the sun, I started to feel better and I decided to continue onwards, into the heart of the property.  Everywhere I turned, there was evidence of wildlife – several beaver dams crossing the creek, muddy raccoon tracks on the banks, and elk trails are so frequent that I half expected to startle a sleeping bull.  I also began to notice the creek narrowing, and the shrub layer getting thicker.  Before long, the open creek became a shrubby tunnel, and I couldn’t stand upright anymore.  At one point, I had to belly crawl in the mud in order to get through.  Trying my luck on dry land, I soon became so entangled in vegetation that I physically couldn’t move in any direction.  I could tell I was really in trouble when the elk trails stopped, indicating that it was too thick even for them.  All of the sudden, I fell up to my waist in a hole obscured by grass.  It felt like I was the only actor in a dark comedy.

I started to think about old Torger Peterson, and the journals of his settlement of the Ohop Valley in the late 1800’s.  He described the valley as “The worst wilderness that it was possible to find.”  He goes on to say “I remember friends of ours told my wife that I had gone crazy, and for her not to go out there.”  According to his records, it took Torger two full days to travel six miles of the Ohop Valley.  I love reading these old reports, and imagining what this landscape might have looked like in those days. On that challenging day, during my trip to the Upper Ohop, I could really empathize with Torger and the adversity he must have faced.

By the end of that very long day I had made it through the web of wild vegetation, a little wiser and a lot muddier.