For the past 50 years, I’ve been cleaning timberlands. There is something about the woods, the smell of the forest, and the constant crunch of the pine needles in your boots that make you feel like you’re not doing anything at all.
The trees are the only thing that makes me feel alive. I have been living on Timberlands since the day I was five and I’ve been living on dead or dying trees. I’ve never been on dead trees.
For many years, I was the only person at my family business that saw this. But then I noticed the trees we had been cutting were sickly and dying. Every year, someone would arrive with a ton of wood, but he’d bring a ton of dead or dying trees. I knew something was wrong, but I just couldn’t figure out what. So I started asking.
