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All Good Things Must Come to an EndA dispatch from China's Jiuzhaigou National Nature Reserve
Wednesday, 03 May 2006
Jiuzhaigou National Nature Reserve
I felt a strange melancholy when I woke up this morning, my next-to-last in Jiuzhaigou National Nature Reserve. I suppose it was inevitable, given the intensity of the past nine days. Still, it seemed that the day was intent on preventing happiness. Clouds hung over the mountains and drifted among the trees. Usually, they have the decency to wait until evening. Also, it was raining. We'd been told we'd miss the rainy season, but apparently it started early to make sure we'd get a taste, no matter how fleeting. (An uncanny condition of my last day anywhere is that it always rains.)
Abandoned Tibetan village.
Our ecology group had hiked up at 7 a.m. to set up vegetation plots. In our days here, we've found that while the park monitors a lot of environmental parameters, they sometimes do so in helter-skelter fashion. Having a database of standardized observations would be helpful. Although the park was started in 1978, they've only begun monitoring things such as forest health within the past few years. Sometimes that data goes unanalyzed for a while. We thought we'd give them some additional quick, easy ways to determine the state of their forests, among other things. The science staff arrived around 10 a.m. Amanda Henck, a geology grad student, started the day with a show of some GPS tricks; James talked about the importance of preserving cultural resources; and our group talked about things like fuel moisture indices (which determine forest fire risk); forest basal area monitoring (a measure of stand health); belt transects (which help monitor human impacts on vegetation); and tree coring (to find stand age). Then we all picked up litter, and then it was time to go home. We spent most of our last full day in the Jiuzhaigou with the science staff, talking about what we'd learned this year and what could make next year more successful. And then it was off to our last formal dinner. (We knew it was formal because our Irish guide, Andrew Scanlon, wore a sport jacket -- his father's father's -- over his usual sweatshirt and hiking pants.)
Prof. Tom Hinckley (left) demonstrates the use of a fuels moisture monitor.
Especially pernicious is when a table decides to "target" someone, sending a stream of people one after another to toast a victim to the floor. The UW students tried to do this to forest ecology professor Tom Hinckley, but he outmaneuvered us by drinking tasty yogurt-milk. I guess that's why he has tenure. |
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