I am pleased to add the 53rd of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I get wordy with my routine Posts. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will occasionally publish these brief Posts.
Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area, owned and managed by the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy (WPC), is in northwestern Butler County, Pennsylvania, just 30 minutes from where my son and his family reside north of Pittsburgh. Matt, his dog Oakley, and I circuited the 2.35-mile trail on the morning of September 22, the first day of autumn. My heart soared at the prospect of returning to an ecosystem shaped by a continental ice sheet just 13 millennia ago. This Post focuses on a recent blowdown within the Natural Area and my reflections on the implications for the affected stand.
Blowdown in the Forest
All forests are in flux. Individual trees germinate, grow, senesce, and die. Forests come and go with disturbance. Wind, ice, fire, insects, and disease affect trees and entire forests. I observe often that death is a big part of life in forested ecosystems and, for that matter, in any ecosystem. Within a discreet portion of the Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area old growth forest, a wind storm (thunderstorm downdraft or microburst; derecho; tornado; or perhaps sustained winter gales) toppled enough mature trees to give the affected stand a unique character.
The fallen trees align parallel to the wind direction, their lower trunks shattered or the entire tree uprooted. Based on the apparent progress of woody debris decay, I estimate that the wind event occurred within the past three years.
The wind eliminated enough overstory canopy to significantly reduce forest floor shading. Already understory woody and herbaceous plants are responding with increased vitality. Nature abhors a vacuum.
A cinnabar bracket fungus has colonized this downed American beech, evidencing that the windthrow-accelerated carbon cycling is in full gear.
Elevated root mounds provide ideal sites for herbaceous exploitation. White ash seedlings are quickly colonizing the forest floor on either side of the downed white ash tree.
Not all of the downed trees resulted from the discreet recent event. These trunks toppled more than five years ago. This hardwood stand, like most of Pennsylvania’s forests, is probably even-aged, regenerating following some catastrophic event, such as timber harvesting, widespread major wind, or fire.
An even-aged forest grows in a predictable manner. The inverse J-shaped diameter distribution is one such formulaic metric. Consider the graphs below as a generalized representation of the growth pattern across time. A young even-aged stand my have thousands of stems per acre. Look above at the many ash seedlings surrounding the single mature fallen ash. Over decades, the stand density (stems per unit area) declines. What may have been thousands becomes hundreds, and ultimately scores and dozens. Average stem diameter of the white ash seedlings (two rows above) is less than an inch. The fallen mother (seed source) tree is perhaps two feet.
The tendancy of an even-aged old growth hardwood forest is to gradually transition naturally to uneven-age. Some of the windthrow openings may be large enough to allow trees, their germination triggered by the recent storm, to emerge into the upper canopy, representing a younger age class. Many of the openings will at least be large enough to allow a sapling or mid-canopy cohort to establish, staging one or more of those individuals to rapidly ascend into the main canopy when a subsequent storm topples a large dominat tree, or a cluster of the original old growth cohort.
The forest is in no hurry. Its evolutionary pathway prepared this very successful admixture of species to flourish and persist when conditions are favorable and respond when change presents opportunities. The ash seedlings are already carpeting the ground now blessed with open canopy sunlight. Although my examinations were only surperficial, I observed that American beech, sugar maple, and white oak are stand components. They are shade tolerant species that can persist for decades under a full canopy. They and others are poised to constitute a greater percentage of the future dominant canopy.
The forest is changing, as are all forests. The wind event accelerated the change. I’d like to monitor it annually over another several decades, but my own life curve continues unabated. Perhaps I can revisit Wolf Creek Narrows another time or two, but there are no guarantees. I am grateful for having made this inaugural visit. I’ve learned something of this slice of Nature near to my son’s home and not too far from where I conducted my forestry doctoral research four decades ago.
I am addicted to special places and everyday Nature. Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area is one such Special Place.
Closing
I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements.
I cannot offer a quote more apropos than an observation I made in the text above:
The forest is in no hurry. Its evolutionary pathway prepared it to flourish and persist when conditions are favorable, and to respond when change presents opportunities to exploit.
Nature’s special treats await our discovery, our understanding, and our interpretation!
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Suburban housing and light commercial establishments surround Gray Cemetery in Madison, Alabama. Urged by friend Gilbert White to visit the 200-year-old cemetery, I (and my 17-year-old grandson, Jack) met him there on September 6, 2025, as a thunderstorm bore down on us. We returned for a leisurely, sunny Sunday afternoon with Gilbert the next day. Abandoned 100 years ago, the cemetery (courtesy of volunteers working feverishly over the past four years) is reappearing from the jungle of natural vegetation regrowth. My central observation is that Nature is adept at disappearing (i.e., hiding, obscuring, and concealing) the dedicated work of man.
The new look will attract saunterers — mature forest, an open understory, and the deep and meaningful history tales told by the ~500 permanent residents whose remains are interred here.
This incredible cemetery is a gem recovered from a jungle of natural vegetation and vibrant second-growth forest that strangled the cemetery for a full century. The new scene is park-like, the trees towering above the newly revealed historical site.
Diverse Tree Species
A diverse tree overstory complements the rich human history. I admit to total fascination with the forest that emerged from the grassy knoll that served as an early Madison, Alabama burial oasis. I won’t burden you with the messy dendrology of the species I discovered, admired, and celebrated.
White oak.
A white oak stump resulted when workers removed the tree decapitated by an F-1 tornado passing nearby earlier in the summer. I accepted the carnage as a gift, permitting me to do a ring count. The tree aged at 103 years, confirming that the tree regenerated at the time of cemetery abandonment and neglect.
The annual rings of oak are easy to count.
I assume that this 44-inch diameter white oak is older, and probably shaded a segment of the cemetery for decades prior to service and maintenance ceased.
See this spectacular white oak on my 27-second video:
Sweetgum (left) is one of our common Alabama forest denizens. The species aggressively colonizes abandoned crop, pasture, grasslands, and cemeteries. Sugar maple (right).
Likewise, water oak is ubiquitous in our area.
As are species of hickory.
Black cherry, not a valuable timber species in northern Alabama, does regenerate valiantly and works its way into the intermediate canopy.
Eastern redcedar is a prolific pioneer species. This one is notably large and vibrant. What a magnificent crown, with laddered branching that reaches high above.
I recorded a 57-second video of the handsome Eastern redcedar tree.
I mentioned the low intensity tornado that side-swiped the old cemetery. It toppled a large loblolly pine.
The fallen pine, like most of the trees standing within the cemetery, probably dates back to abandonment.
Cemetery Remnants
I had not previously seen such brick tombs.
Here is the oldest interment at Gray Cemetery. I am sure that Mrs. Gray’s story is rich with life and living, and that many loved and loving descendents mourned her passing.
Local celebrated local historian John Rankin shared some time with us. He knows many of the stories that enrich our cemetery explorations and reflections.
I recorded this 60-second video showing the four types of tombs.
This is a box tomb.
An Irish stone tomb.
And another example of a standard vertical tombstone.
Cemetery Critters
Among the departed humans, I found evidence of a current living resident — the shed skin of a grey ratsnake.
And a hackberry emperor butterfly.
Throughout our vibrant ecosystems, including the human realm, life and death are intertwined.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
Nature is adept at disappearing (i.e., hiding, obscuring, and concealing) the dedicated works of man. (Steve Jones)
Throughout our vibrant ecosystems, including the human realm, life and death are intertwined. (Steve Jones)
This incredible cemetery is a gem recovered from a jungle of natural vegetation and vibrant second-growth forest that strangled the cemetery for a full century. (Steve Jones)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
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Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_8909-1.jpg-09.07.25-Gray-Cemetery-Tornado-Pine.webp20161512Steve Joneshttp://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/gbhweblogo.pngSteve Jones2025-12-30 10:02:182025-12-30 10:02:18Gray Cemetery: Nature Across Two Centuries of Life, Living, and Dying!
I once again wandered the bottomland hardwood forest on the Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge, south of HGH Road near the Madison-Limestone County line on the morning of August 30, 2025. I wanted to reconnoiter the forest with my recently acquired 1937 aerial photo of the stand. I present my preliminary observations, reflections, photographs, and brief videos as I attempt to make sense of forest history and lay the groundwork for reevaluation during the dormant season.
My Hesitant Working Hypothesis
I was convinced that the bottomland hardwood forest that I explore 3-4 times per year, had regenerated naturally from abandoned farmland since the Corps of Engineers completed construction of Wheeler Dam in the mid-1930s. However, I often found trees far older and individuals decayed beyond what I would expect in a forest freshly regenerated just eight and one half decades ago. Chris Stuhlinger, another retired forester, and I are digging into the question of stand origin. The area I frequent lies south of the red line (HGH Road) and west of the vertical line (Madison County to the east; Limestone to the left) on this 1937 aerial photo. I’ve placed a short vertical ink mark where I routinely enter the forest, which is clearly extant 88 years ago, discounting my supposition of a forest sprouting in the mid-30s from abandoned agricultural land.
I determined the age of a large wind-blown white oak just a few hundred feet south of the forest beyond the edge of the photograph: August 2025 Post: https://stevejonesgbh.com/2025/08/27/huge-white-oak-blowdown-and-cleanup-at-wheeler-national-wildlife-refuge/. I determined its age at 129 years, making it 30-40 years old when acquired by the Corps/TVA. Chris and I will closely examine the stand during the 2025-26 dormant season in the absence of mosquitoes, ticks, chiggers, foliated poison ivy, and oppressive heat and humidity.
My Rationale for Accepting an Abandoned Farmland Origin
In the meantime, I reveal and reflect upon my recent saunter. Dominant yellow poplar and red oak trees could easily have been seedlings in the 1930s. These bottomland soils are extraordinarily fertile.
I recorded this 41-second video of a large black oak within a mixed stand that could have regenerated nearly nine decades ago.
The same is true of the forest housing this mid-story persimmon and a main canopy black oak.
Here is my 35-second video of the persimmon and black oak.
I recorded this 38-second video of mixed main canopy and understory species.
Evidence Casting Doubt on My Abandoned Farmland Hypothesis
The very large dominant trees, including standing dead and nearby grotesqueley swollen and decayed individuals (the final tree in the short video) suggest an older stand. The massive green ash and shagbark hickory, both about two and one half feet in diameter, also hint at an age beyond 88 years.
The same advanced age can be deduced by this 44.5-inch diameter chinquapin oak and the Carpinus carolinia (muscle wood tree) growing at its base.
I also encountered this hollowed three-foot diameter oak barely clinging to life. Eighty-eight years is too abbreviated a period to reach this size and advanced decay.
I recorded this 47-second video highlighting the hollowed oak.
Likewise for this hopelessy decayed and swollen four-foot diameter oak.
Here is my 47-second video of the individual.
This ancient oak stands along the old lane 150 feet from where I parked. Three and one-half feet in diameter, a windstorm took half of its canopy in the summer of 2020. Hidden from this view, the tree is hollow and open at the base, extending at least 30 feet to where the wind ripped half the crown away,
This violently uprooted three-foot diameter cherrybark oak toppled earlier this past summer.
I recorded this 57-second video of the fallen giant.
Here’s another view of the oak.
Nature has work to do, returning the tons of recently deceased wood to the soil. The carbon cycle is a BIG deal! Powder post beetles, wood-boring insects that deposit eggs just under the bark of dead or dying trees, are first in line to feast on the mighty oak’s cellulose and lignin. Drafting this narrative triggered an urge to ask many questions that at the moment I will not take time to answer. Questions such as, “How do the adult beetles know the oak is dead? Do live and dead wood smell different? Does living cambium emit sounds a beetle can hear? Does appearance change subtly with death? More obviously, does a horizontal trunk light up with a neon invitation to Come and Get it!?” Trust me, the beetles know! Within the two months since the tree fell, beetles have deposited eggs, the larvae have hatched, and begun voraciously consuming wood fiber. The beetles have already progressed from egg, to larva, to pupa, to adult. The emergent adult exit holes pepper with the fallen trunk with powdery frass.
Death and life are inter-twined in the forest. The forest air is seasonally thick with fungal spores that have already entered every beetle exit hole. Infecting hyphae have found purchase within the oak. Mushrooms will appear on the oak trunk by the end of next summer. Five years hence, the bark will have sloughed and decay will have penetrated deeply into the wood. Nature abhors a vacuum!
Temporary Closure and a Revised Hypothesis
The 1937 aerial photo is clear. The area I felt had been in agriculture when engineers completed Wheeler Dam was, in fact, forested in 1937. I have a new hypothesis to test with Chris when we conduct our dormant season on-site forestry forensic sleuthing after New Year’s. The largest trees in the stand are overwhelmingly diseased and battered, suggesting that they may have been unmerchatable individuals when crews commercially harvested the forest that was present when the Corps/TVA aqcuired the land adjacent to the land destined for Lake Wheeler inundation. The resultant forest 88 years later is two-aged:
The naturally regenerated 88 year old hardwood stand
Scattered mostly unmerchantable individuals left by loggers
I look forward to learning as we go. As with most elements of Nature, the more I learn, the less I know. Every revelation uncovers new mystery. Such is the joy of curiosity.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding. (da Vinci)
Every revelation uncovers new mystery. Such is the joy of curiosity. (Steve Jones)
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. (Einstein)
As with most elements of Nature, the more I learn, the less I know. (Steve Jones)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
Subscribe to my free weekly photo essays (like this one) at: http://eepurl.com/cKLJdL
A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_8842.jpg-08.30.25-Oak-Windfall.webp20161512Steve Joneshttp://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/gbhweblogo.pngSteve Jones2025-12-23 08:04:562025-12-23 08:04:56Late Summer Revelation and Confusion (mine!) in a WNWR Bottomland Forest
Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area, owned and managed by the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy (WPC), is located in northwestern Butler County, Pennsylvania, just 30 minutes from where my son and his family reside north of Pittsburgh. Matt, his dog Oakley, and I circuited the 2.35-mile trail on the morning of September 22, the first day of autumn. My heart soared at the prospect of returning to an ecosystem shaped by a continental ice sheet just 13 millennia ago. This Post focuses on our passages (out from the trailhead and back) through a goldenrod-dominated autumn meadow.
The 243 acre Natural Area includes several distinct ecosystems: meadow; forest/field ecotone; upland forest, forested riparian zone; and the immediate Slippery Rock Creek. I like the openess of the meadow, accenting the vibrant autumn sky above. Meadows are temporary landscape features unless managed to short-circuit the natural successional impetus to transition to forest cover. I am not sure whether the ash sapling in the photo at right was planted or is a volunteer.
The perennial herbacious cover is dense, ideal for songbirds, small mammals, snakes, and other critters. As I drafted this text on December 2, 2025, western Pennsylvania was reporting several inches of fresh snow. I imagine diverse wildlife hunkered in the tangled vegetation beneath the snow.
I recorded this 58-second video in the luscious goldenrod meadow.
I can’t resist the image of goldenrod backdropped by the fall sky. The air, comfortable and clear, cut through my North Alabama mental fatigue with a long summer and a September dry spell. This a meadow still fresh, blooming, and vibrant, awaiting a first freeze, autumn rains, and an impending deep winter rest.
Hiking the meadow with Matt, sharing the autumn sunshine and exploration, reminded me of Einstein’s view of extending our life-reach beyond our own fleeting existence:
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us; our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. (Albert Einstein)
Some videos express the essence of a special place better without narration. I recorded this 59-second video focusing on the sounds of autumn breezes and late season insects.
An ideal stage for late season bloomers, the meadow celebrates the end of a full summer of generous meadow sunshine with goldenrod, New England aster, and smooth blue aster. Bright flowers will greet the icy fingers certain to come.
Supplemental wildlife accoutrements (a bluebird nesting box) enrich the meadow bird habitat.
As does the bat house at the meadow/forest edge.
I compliment the LConservancy for both the artificial nesting structures and the excellent interpretive signage.
Pear leaf crabapple is both an excellent wildlife food source and an early meadow colonizer in the successional steps toward natural forest regeneration.
The same is true of northern arrowwood. Both species are prolific producers of fruit that wildlife consumes, digestively scarifies its seeds, and disseminates to enable further colonization.
Two red oaks (left) and numerous sycamore saplings represent the advancing forest along the meadow’s north flank, which is a separate ecotone, neither meadow or forest. View the oak and sycamore saplings as scouts from the advancing forest army. Imagine a squierrel caching an acorn in rich soil under the goldenrod, and then losing track of it. The acorn sprouts with spring’s warmth. The seedling oak flourishes in full sunlight, partially protected by the 4-6-foot-high meadow vegetation from deer and rabbit browsing. The oaks are now out of easy reach of the hungry mammals. This day’s northwesterly breezes may be carrying windborne sycamore seed, potentially extending the forest deeper into the meadow.
The scouts will give way to an outright forest invasion. This isn’t the forest successionary army’s first rodeo. Just 13,000 years ago, the vast continental ice sheet yielded to a warming climate. Hundreds of millions of acres of once fertile and forested land emerged from the deep icepack barren and stark, stretching from the former ice edge near here far into the sub-Arctic Canadian Shield. That wild expanse, now ruchly forested, attests to Nature’s capacity to reclaim devastated territory, whether blasted by Mt. Saint Helens (1980), incinerated by the Big Burn (1910 in Washington, Idaho, and Montana), or savagely innundated by tropical storm remnants flushing western North Carolina river bottomland forests (The Great Flood of 1916). A beautiful postage stamp upland meadow in modern day Butler County Pennsylvania is just a bump in the road for an advancing vegetative front intent on expanding a forest.
I recorded this 59-second video at the meadow/woodland edge ecotone.
The real challenge falls to the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy managers. How do they hold the forest at bay, if indeed that is their objective, which I hope it is. I appreciate and value ecosystem diversity. I won’t attempt to recommend a treatment scenario. I have little relevant expertise, beyond thinking that fire may be among the alternatives.
I do know that the common garter snake we spotted in the meadow depends on the meadow ecotype, as do many other wildlife species.
How long will the meadow survive as a unique ecosystem without management practices, like bush-hogging, prescribed fire, selective herbicide treatments, and other alternatives? No matter where my Nature wanderings take me, I discover a constant: Nothing in Nature is Static. Nothing remains the same. In this case, human intervention will be necessary to keep the meadow…a meadow.
I often turn to John Muir for words that succinctly capture my sentiments…far better than my own feelings. Of my passion for the meadow, I turn to Muir:
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
Nothing in Nature is Static. Nothing remains the same. (Steve Jones)
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. (John Muir)
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us; our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. (Albert Einstein)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
Subscribe to these free weekly Nature Blogs (photo essays) at: http://eepurl.com/cKLJdL
Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_9089-1.jpg-09.22.25-Wolf-Creek-Narrows-Natural-Area-WCN-NA.webp20161512Steve Joneshttp://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/gbhweblogo.pngSteve Jones2025-12-18 11:24:222025-12-18 11:24:22The Meadow at Pennsylvania's Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area
Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area, owned and managed by the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy (WPC), is located in northwestern Butler County, Pennsylvania, just 30 minutes from where my son and his family reside north of Pittsburgh. Matt, his dog Oakley, and I circuited the 2.35-mile trail on the morning of September 22, the first day of autumn. I focus this photo essay on the exquisite old-growth northern hardwood forest.
My heart soared at the prospect of returning to an ecosystem shaped by a continental ice sheet just 13 millennia ago. The absolute freshness and newness stimulate wild conjecture and total admiration for Nature’s rapid recovery from thousands of feet of ice.
The Western PA Conservancy provided an online description:
Wolf Creek Narrows Natural Area is particularly known for its spectacular display of spring wildflowers. An active floodplain, mature northern hardwood forest, and scenic cliffs make this property one of WPC’s most popular. It is believed that the steep, narrow gorge of Wolf Creek Narrows originally formed when the ceiling of an ice-age cave eroded and collapsed due to runoff from the melting glacier. The site now consists of a high-quality stream meandering through towering 50-foot cliffs. These natural processes, including annual flooding and ice scouring, as well as limited human activities, have resulted in diverse natural communities.
We have lots of karst topography and abundant caves in my present home range of northern Alabama, but nothing so exciting as ice-age caves and ice scouring!
The meadow trail below led into the deep forest.
Okay, I’ve opened the portal to Wolf Creek Narrows. Now comes the tough part. How do I package 31 photos and two brief videos into a Post digestible within 15-minutes? Species resident to the Allegheny Hardwood forests of my 1984-85 NW PA and SW NY PhD field research welcomed me with warm and comforting embrace.
I’ve found that brief videos tell a richer tale than still photographs and written narrative. I recorded this 58-second video within the mixed forest. I hope that I’ve stimulated your interest in this special place.
The Narrows and Wolf Creek lie beyond the forest edge.
Matt stands six-feet tall, behind a 30-inch diameter American beech. The red oak beyond the beech (at left) is nearly 40-inches in diameter.
You don’t need my narrative to appreciate the beauty, magic, inspiration, and awe of this park-like northern hardwood wonderland.
Take a look heavenward into this cathedral forest canopy.
I love the deep shade and open understory far below.
I frequently lead or co-lead organized woodland Nature excursions (saunters) in parks, preserves, refuges, and sanctuaries near my Madison, Alabama home. Like John Muir, I prefer sauntering in the woods…abhoring hurrying through the forest. I noticed that Oakley takes the same approach, sniffing and scenting her way within the woods, reading the signs, never missing an olfactory clue. My iPhone camera substitutes for scenting. So much of what I seek in Nature lies hidden in plain sight. I believe my own joy in discovery matches Oakley’s!
I can’t imagine Oakley concerned with steps, miles, time elapsed, or other metrics. For her, each sniff tells a tale. My objective is to learn from every Nature venture, intent upon constructing a meaningful tale in form of a photo essay like this one.
In fact, my retirement mission, practiced in these Posts, is to: Employ writing (and photography) to educate, inspire, and enable readers and viewers to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
I keep my nose fine-tuned for sniffing tree form oddities and curiosities. A living, deeply decayed, cankered intermediate canopy sugar maple forced me to snap photographs of both the canker and the brown mushrooms above. How long ago did the fungus (or fungi) infect the sugar maple? How long will the tree survive? Death is a big part of life in the forest, whether west-central Pennsylvania or Alabama’s Tennessee River Valley.
Again, so much in Nature lies hidden in plain sight. Oakley discovered untold olfactory treasures. Most un-attuned hikers would not have seen, understood, and appreciated the visual treasures I encountered in our brief morning excursion. Allow me now to superficially catalog the more notable main canopy tree species.
Diverse Species Introductions
With little need for extensive narrative, I offer photos expressing the forest’s dominant upper canopy tree species. Yellow poplar reigns supreme at Wolf Creek Narrows, just as the species rules the high canopy at my favorite deep forest stand along the Wells Memorial Trail in Alabama’s Monte Sano State Park.
I recorded this 59-second video of the forest’s mixed species.
I conducted my doctoral field research in the Allegheny Hardwood forests within 80 miles of Wolf Creek…forests dominated by black cherry. I revere the species for its beautiful high grade furniture wood, superior height growth, straight form, and handsome bark and foliage. The white-trail-marked black cherry (image below right) delivered a message meant for me. The species marked my professional development re-route. I worked 12 years after earning my Forestry BS for a southern paper and allied products manufacturing company that relied heavily on loblolly pine, a utility species here in the Southeast. Black cherry is anything but a utility species. It’s the filet mignon of furniture grade timber. Black cherry served as the North Star for my second career launch. The big white-blazed cherry signaled that the species remains a major emblem and totem for my path well into retirement. Among my fellow Union Camp foresters, I chose the path less traveled…one lined by black cherry trees (the other edged by loblolly pine) leading to a PhD and 35 years at nine universities.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
(Robert Frost)
American beech and yellow birch reminded me of my love for northern hardwood forests.
Basswood (tree and leaves) also ranges into northern Alabama, but the entire mixed species forest package at Wolf Creek represents a special orchestration that strokes my psyche and lifts my entire body, heart, mind, soul, and spirit. The assemblage reached me as Art Garfunkel belting his full-bodied Bridge Over Troubled Waters!
Black walnut tree and nut.
Bitternut hickory.
And nut.
Cucumber tree and leaf.
Red oak, deep memories, and an older gent feeling young-at-heart experiencing a symbolic step into his past…at home in a place he’d never been before.
Forests like this netted me decades ago, never completely allowing release. I think of Robert Service’s The Spell of the Yukon:
The freshness, the freedom, the farness–
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.
There’s a land–oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back–and I will.
It’s the great, big, broad land ‘way up yonder,
It’s the forest where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
Some of me remains in the Far Northland of Alaska, where we lived 2004-08. Service nailed the place and my sentiment. In similar fashion, vestiges of these magnificent northern hardwood forests habituate my psyche. I want to go back–and I will, if only to the nearby Wells Memorial Trail, a suitable southern version of a rich upland forest.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
The rich northern hardwood forest is an orchestral composition, a natural Bridge Over Troubled Waters. (Steve Jones)
Black Cherry is a trail marker species, both a literal guide through the Wolf Creek Narrows forest…and a career/life path symbol and guidepost for me. (Steve Jones)
Mine is a story of passion for place and everyday Nature. (Steve Jones)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
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Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
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I am pleased to add the 50th of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will occasionally publish these brief Posts.
I’ve rambled through the bottomland forests of the Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge (WNWR) south of HGH Road routinely since my 2018 retirement to northern Alabama. Fellow retired forester Chris Stuhlinger recently secured 1937 aerial photographs of the area. The images confirm some of my suppositions of forest history and contradict others. I focus this brief-form post on the forest west of Jolly B Road and south of HGH Road, where the 88-year-old image validates my supposition that this area of mature forest was open farmland when engineers completed Wheeler Dam. I captured photographs and videos for this Brief-Form Post on August 30, 2025.
The red line on this 1937 aerial image depicts the location of today’s gravel HGH Road, separating private land to the north from WNWR south of the road. The aerial photo, even though of poor resolution, clearly shows open land where I captured the photographs and two brief videos, a few hundred feet east of the copse of trees north of the road. Today, everything south of HGH is a mature forest.
This is the mid-morning view to the east where I parked along HGH Road. To all appearances, a shady forest road.
I recorded this 59-second video at the same location with the former open land to the south (right).
I turned my camera to the south, where a mature forest stands in the once open field.
Pointing my camera to the west, I again captured a shady forest lane.
I recorded this 54-second video looking west with the former open land to the south (left).
The two images below look into the towering mature forest where fields once grew agricultural crops.
Nothing in Nature is static. A century ago, these rich bottomlands, tended by farmers and mules, produced crops of corn, beans, and cotton. Priot to those years of sweat, anxiety, good years, and bad, other generations cleared the luxurious old growth forests to enable agriculture.
Nature always stands at the ready. The process is simple and long-practiced. Stop plowing, discing, and sowing. Nature fills the void with wind- and critter-born seeds. Bare land transitions to herbs, shrubs, seedlings, and eventually to vibrant stands of maturing trees.
This coming dormant season Chris and I will return to this old field mature forest for a deeper examination, without the company of mosquitoes, chiggers, ticks, and leafy poison ivy!
Closing
I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements. The great philosophers and physicists are attributed with exploring the notion of nature’s insistence on eliminating nothingness or emptiness. I say so be it; let them ponder the esoteric and say what they wish.
I adopt a simpler view, having learned through observation and experience that Nature hungrily fills every element and feature of any ecosystem I have observed. Vaporize 96,000 acres of forest on the footslopes of Mt. St. Helens in May of 1980; see the verdant slopes 45 years later. Scorch nearly 800,000 acres of Yellowstone National Park in 1988; see the wounds healing 37 years hence. My simpler view:
Nature abhors a vacuum.
I suppose I could attribute the wisdom to Henry David Thoreau:
Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled.
He added a twist of poetry to the axiom, suggesting that Nature fills us who venture into her realm. I embrace both variations. Nature rapidly filled the WNWR void when agricultural operations ceased. Contemplating the succession from field to forest fills me as well…body, mind, heart, soul, and spirit swell with the essence of Nature.
Nature’s special treats await our discovery, our understanding, and our interpretation!
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I am pleased to add the 49th of my GBH Brief-Form Posts (Less than five minutes to read!) to my website. I get wordy with my routine Posts. I don’t want my enthusiasm for thoroughness and detail to discourage readers. So, I will publish these brief Posts regularly.
On July 29, 2025, my grandson, Jack (then 17), and I hiked the Evitts Mountain Homestead Trail at Western Maryland’s Rocky Gap State Park, ascending 1,100 feet to the summit of Evitts Mountain, a six-mile round trip. A mile from the parking area, an extensive burned area rose uphill on the east side of the mountain. The trail, an old jeep road, obviously served as an effective fire break. I estimated that the fire burned within the past three years, running hot enough to kill at least half of the upland hardwood (oak-hickory) main canopy trees and all of the understory trees and shrubs.
A hardwood forest fire of this intensity occurs only under special circumstances, generally a very windy spring day after forest ground surface fuel has dried. One may think intuitively that autumn’s leaf litter would be more likely to burn. High winds with low humidity occur more often in the spring. Autumn seldom brings the intense dry winds that follow a late spring cold front. By mid to late April in these Central Appalachian forests, the prior year’s leaf litter and fine fuels cure rapidly. In late April of 2016, such a day in nearby west-central Pennsylvania saw nearly 10,000 acres of hardwood forest burn, the largest Pennsylvania forest conflagration in 26 years.
I imagined such a day triggering the fire leaving the evidence I observed. The fire left an impression of a wildfire racing up the slope consuming understory and killing overstory trees, a fire more intense than I would expect from a prescribed fire.
However, my online search discovered a November 7, 2022, announcement (Cumberland Times-news.com) of a planned 90-acre prescribed fire in the park on the east slope of Evitts Mountain, the location where I snapped these photographs and recorded the video. Excerpts from the notice:
Controlled burns for forest and wildlife habitat management are always conducted with safety as the top priority. Burn staff are trained practitioners who monitor the weather leading up to and during a burn to ensure the fire remains at the desired intensity and smoke is carried up and away from roads and homes. If the required conditions for temperature, humidity, moisture levels, cloud cover, and wind are not met or they unexpectedly change, the burn will be postponed.
Foresters and ecologists recognize that fire is a critical ecological process for many environments, including the typical Appalachian forests of oaks, hickories and pines that cover most of western Maryland. Since the 1930’s however, a lack of fire has unintentionally harmed forest health.
The controlled burn at Rocky Gap State Park is being conducted to help a variety of fire-adapted native tree and plant species, including table mountain pine (which needs fire to regenerate), pitch pine, oak trees, blueberries, huckleberries, and many native wildflowers. A more open forest will also improve habitat for birds, bats, and other animals, while also making it harder for destructive pests like pine beetles to travel between trees.
Another significant benefit of controlled burns is the reduction of dry wood and organic matter on the forest floor that build up over time, which then reduces the likelihood and severity of dangerous wildfires.
Part of the controlled burn will also be conducted through the use of an ignition drone, which allows a drone operator to drop incendiary devices on the interior of the burn site. This not only results in a more precise ignition pattern, but also reduces the need for crew members to traverse difficult terrain near the active burn.
Unfortunately, I found no online commentary or YouTube videos of the fire or its results. Clearly, I view the burn rationale and intent as well-reasoned. The results, a full two growing seasons after the November 2022, prescribed fire, suggest that the burn exceeded the planned level of intensity. Too many main canopy oaks succumbed. Survivors suffered basal scarring that will allow heart rot to infect.
I’d like to see an official assessment of the burn. How do results compare to purpose and expectations?
I recorded this 58-second video of the burn area above the trail.
Midway through the third growing season after the burn, some areas (left) remain mostly barren of regrowth. Other areas, like the two photos above the video and the image at right show robust understory resurgence, including tree regeneration.
The stand beyond Jack shows the desired intact overstory and vigorous regeneration.
At my request, Jack ascended 75 feet above the trail to capture these images of the uphill side of a sawlog-size chestnut oak. Because leaf litter and fine fuels aggregate on the uphill side of trees, the fire burned hotter in the concentrated debris, killing the cambium. Witness the mushrooms from decay fungi already infecting the tree that is otherwise undamaged.
A closeup of the colony of decay fungi mushrooms.
We found a number of trees below the road that showed deep decay and hollowing of oak trees similarly scarred on their upslope side from a fire decades earlier.
Controlled fire can be a valuable tool for forest management:
Foresters and ecologists recognize that fire is a critical ecological process for many environments, including the typical Appalachian forests of oaks, hickories and pines that cover most of western Maryland. Since the 1930’s however, a lack of fire has unintentionally harmed forest health. [From the online announcement}
During my 12 years with Union Camp Corporation (1973-1985), I oversaw prescribed burning on tens of thousands of acres, including a single day in Alabama when we ignited 4,300 acres, intentionally (by aerial ignition) and under control. Like all tools, the use of fire requires careful planning, responsible and informed implementation, and post-treatment assessment and learning. Again, I would like to see the review of this particular prescribed fire.
I will not pass judgement. I wasn’t there. I refuse to criticize. I can only posit that the result does not appear to have yielded what was intended.
All of us who have accomplished much, have missed our mark, fallen short, or failed from time to time. Always, our intentions were sound:
A good intention, with a bad approach, often leads to a poor result. (Thomas A. Edison)
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. (Samuel Johnson)
Over my career, I missed 9,000 shots; I was on the losing side of nearly 300 games; on 26 occasions when my teammates entrusted me to take the last minute winning shot, I missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again, and that’s why I succeeded. (Michael Jordan)
I hope the various agency planners and pratitioners learned from the November 2022 prescribed fire.
Closing
I accept the challenge of distilling these Brief-Form Posts into a single distinct reflection, a task far more elusive than assembling a dozen pithy statements. Thomas Edison implored that good intentions must be matched with a good approach. Russell Stevens focused his related admonition to prescribed burning:
Prescribed fire is a process and should be well planned to safely accomplish desired goals. (Noble Research Institute)
Nature’s special treats await our discovery, our understanding, and our interpretation!
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[Note: I dedicate this Post to the memory of Charlie Kirk, a bold, courageous pioneer who tirelessly promoted a life of Faith in God’s merciful love, Patriotism, and Family. Two days after his assassination, his widow Erika said of Charlie: He loved nature, which always brought him closer to God. I echo those sentiments. Nature never fails to bring me closer to God.]
On August 15, 2025, fellow retired forester Chris Stuhlinger and I explored the western reaches of Huntsville’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary, a special place I’ve visited dozens of times since retiring to northern Alabama. I come back again and again, not to see the same thing, but to observe a universe of things that change minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, and across the seasons and years. Take a walk with Chris and me to see some things that will never look exactly the same again. Nothing in Nature is static; special places offer infinite treats to those of us who seek them.
David George Haskell, professor of biology at the University of the South, published The Forest Unseen: A Year’s Watch in Nature (2012). From the back cover:
Visiting a one-square-meter patch of old-growth Tennessee forest almost daily for one year, biologist David Haskell traces nature’s path through the seasons and brings the forest and its inhabitants to vivid life. Beginning with simple observations — a salamander scuttling across the leaf litter; the first blossoms of spring wildflowers — Haskell spins a brilliant web of biology, ecology, and poetry. He explains the science that binds together the tiniest microbes and the largest mammals, and describes the ecosystems that have cycled for thousands — sometimes millians — of years. Written with remarkable grace and empathy, The Forest Unseen is a grand tour of nature in all its beauty and complexity.
Such is my mindset when I repeatedly visit the sanctuary, touring its 400 acres in all of its beauty and complexity.
Mid-Summer Morning Trek from Hidden Spring to Jobala Pond
Most of its infinite treats are hidden in plain sight, requiring only that we get into the out there from time to time, and that we understand enough of Nature to know how and where to look. Hidden Spring rises within a hunrdred feet of the Taylor Road entrance. Luxuriously vegetated with wetland trees, shrubs, and herbs, the marsh below the spring widens to several hundred feet. Heavy overcast, moistened air, and foliage still dripping from a morning shower set the other-world mood. I imagined an Old World fen.
We observed the transition from wide marsh to Hidden Spring Brook, the channel that extends through a series of beaver dams into Jobala Pond, and eventually the Flint River.
I recorded this 60-second video of what I termed on that special morning, an other-world marsh.
Clear water reflected the cloudy sky and overhead branches, amplfying the other-world mood.
Beaver enjoy the tasty and nutritious leaves, bark and cambium of native hardwood trees, stripping branches and stems, and then employing the stripped stems to repair and reinforce their structures.
This dam held back 15-18 inches of ponded water. Excuse the pun: beavers are dam-good engineers!
I’ve told the story of Jobala Pond many times. Human road engineers mined sand, clay, and gravel from the area to construct Route 431 in the 1950s, creating a borrow pit, a barren excavated depression accepting, holding, and then releasing the flow from Hidden Spring. Nature is remarkably resilient, superbly adept at healing her own wounds as well as convalescencing human insults to the land. The old borrow pit has naturalized over eight decades.
We found a puzzling phenomenon, 100-feet from the shore and out of our reach, on the upstream section of Jobala Pond. Two clearly living red maple trees (Acer rubrum), standing in water, called out to us with a pinkish circumferential ring 2-4″ immediately above the water line. I magnified the image up to the limits of resolution clarity, showing the fibrous nature of the feature. I shared via social media, generating speculation. Chris and I agree with several persons who suggested that the trees, attempting to survive the saturated soil environment, sprouted air roots above the water for supplemental aeration.
Chris and I plan to return with either a canoe or waders to more closely examine the mysterious growth.
Here are two more images of the richly-vegetated upper end of Jobala.
I hope that you agree that this is a special place.
My Avatar: Great Blue Heron
The great blue heron is the totem for my Dad, who passed away in 1996. The heron appeared as an avatar at sunrise on the frigid morning of Dad’s memorial service. Look for the story on my website. I consider every sighting of a great blue heron as Dad checking on me. He lives within me.
A heron passed noiselessly as Chris and I stood at Jobala. He (my sentimental assumption of gender) alighted beyond the pond’s outlet. We stalked the bird to within camera range.
I recorded this 50-second video when I dared not get closer.
The video and photos are not magazine-worthy, but they are soul-value priceless to me.
Again, all special places bless us with infinite treats.
Seasonal Flora
I give you some of the special floral delights we noted along our summer morning route, with no more narration than necessary. A red buckeye carries ripe fruit, its glossy fruit still within its husk.
Elderberry in full ripe fruit.
Trumpet vine sporting its late summer bugles.
Delicate partridge pea and sensitive pea.
Sensitive fern.
Tall ironweed.
Wild hibiscus.
I’ve begun to lose my bias for spring wildflowers; these late sumer beauties are hard to beat!
Nature spins a brilliant web of biology, ecology, and poetry.
Area’s Native American Presence: Archaeology and Anthropology at GSWS
I won’t devote more than a few sentences to these two images. Chris and I took advantage of our need to be on-site for a session to discuss the Native American archaeology and anthropolgy on the property with noted local archaeologist Ben Hoksbergen. Marian Moore Lewis, author of Southern Sanctuary, Bill Heslip, director of a 13-minute video about the Sanctuary, and Bill’s wife Becky gathered for a couple hours with us at a picnic table near the entrance. We made plans to visit pertinent sites on the Sanctuary when cooler weather arrives.
Watch for updates in a subsequent Post.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
Every walk in Nature can be a grand tour of her beauty and complexity. (Steve Jones)
Look deep into Nature, and then you will understand everything better.(Albert Einstein)
Nothing in Nature is static; special places offer infinite treats to those of us who seek them. (Steve Jones)
He loved nature, which always brought him closer to God.(Erika Kirk)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
Note: Unless otherwise noted, all blog post images are created & photographed by Stephen B. Jones.
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
A reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied by untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and understand their Earth home more clearly.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2025) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
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Note: I am flagging this photo essay as one of a sub-series that introduces the emerging Singing River Trail (SRT):
A 200+ mile greenway system that strengthens regional bonds and creates new health and wellness, educational, economic, tourism, and entrepreneurial opportunities for the people and communities of North Alabama.
Nature’s Twin Blades: Fury and Glory
I measured more than nine inches of rain in the first 25 days of May 2025, much of it falling in drenching thunderstorms. I visited the nearby Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge’s bottomland forests on May 26, 2025, and encountered numerous blowdowns across and along the roads I frequently use. One particular fallen giant, within a few hundred yards of where the SRT will traverse the refuge, caught my attention. It lay across a road fifty feet beyond a gate bearing a sign directing all comers: Do Not Block Gate!
The massive twin-boled white oak barred the way. Who says Nature doesn’t appreciate irony!
Each trunk exceeded three feet in diameter. Its girth and crushing weight tore the ground asunder, resembling a disaster area.
The fallen mammoth evidenced Nature’s power. I wondered whether the storm generated warning sufficient to have discouraged me from a woodland venture that day. Even I, a confirmed storm nerd, would have been terrified (and perhaps worse) caught in such a tempest.
The giant’s crown occupied a one-fifth-acre of sky, for which adjacent trees will compete, extending branches and emerging leaves to mine the newly available sunlight. As the trees attempt to exploit the opening, vegetation below will immediately tap the rays reaching the forest floor. Perrenials will rejoice with leaf surface flourish. Seedlings previously languishing in the shade will burst skyward toward the 10,000 square feet of open sky and full sunlight above.
I recorded this 60-second video at the gate on May 26, 2025.
This 58-second video focuses on the massive soil disruption from the savaged trees and shows the crown void above.
July 2, 2025, Return to the Site!
Fellow Nature enthusiast Dr. Bernard Kerecki, accompanied me to wander nearby bottomland forests. We stopped at the Do Not Block gate. Dr. Kerecki stood by the twin boles of our toppled oak. The tree shows sound wood. No decay weakened this forest sentinel, predisposing it to structural failure.
I estimated the tree’s age at 80-100 years with only a cursory look at the cross-section.
Here is the 59-second video I recorded on July 2.
Feeling guilty (how about stupid!) for not taking time to count the rings on July 2, I returned with 17-year-old grandson Jack, on July 7.
We counted the annual rings 10-12 feet above what had been ground level. The cambium, the growing layer just within the bark, where all new wood is added, was 119 rings from the center. Assuming that the tree may have reached that height in ten years, I conclude that this sentinel sprouted from an acorn 1n 1896, some 30 years after the Civil War ended at Appomattox, and 55 years before my birth, and about the same date my grandparents entered the world. I mused, what will Jack see if he were to return to the Do Not Block Gate when he is my age?
Here’s the brief video I recorded on July 7.
I have declared for the eight years I have wandered these bottomland forests that they are 80-90 years old, originating during the Wheeler Dam planning and construction era when TVA acquired inundation-destined and buffer lands. I’ll stay with that generalized assumption, recognizing that 90 years ago the refuge was a mosaic of abandoned agriculture, established forest, and sundry wetlands. Our subject tree is considerably larger with a demonstrably coarser, spreading crown. It stands at the edge of a tilled field. It may have stood at a boundary even in 1935.
The annual growth rings on a ring-porous oak tree are distinct. Jack and I marked ten-year increments with a Sharpie (below right). The 50th ring marks 1956. The gates on Wheeler Dam closed two ten-year increments earlier.
I observe often that nothing in Nature is static. A windthrown dominant individual does not renew the one-fifth-acre forest directly affected. Adjoining trees and new recruits will respond, but the bottomland forest surrounding it will remain materially intact. I routinely see such fallen, diseased, and standing dead giants. What I do not see is evidence of a new emerging forest type. This extensive forest on the WNWR is changing tree-by-tree-by-tree, but I am unable to predict its character 100 years hence. I will continue to monitor, observe, and reflect.
I am grateful for the chance to chronicle subtle change and document occasional significant events.
Closing
I reflect often on the twin blades of Nature…her fury and her glory. Alfred Noyes penned The Highwayman 120 years ago. Wind toppled ancient trees in the refuge’s rich bottomland forests brought to mind Noyes’ opening line:
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
Nature’s special treats await our discovery, our understanding, and our interpretation!
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
My wanderings often reveal the twin blades of Nature…her fury and her glory. (Steve Jones)
Understanding Nature demands looking back and gazing ahead; what will become of these extensive bottomland forests? (Steve Jones)
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Alphonse Karr)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
The Nature of the Singing River Trail
The Singing River Trail will be a 200+ mile greenway system that strengthens regional bonds and creates new health and wellness, educational, economic, tourism, and entrepreneurial opportunities for the people and communities of North Alabama.
The trail will prominently feature the 35,000 acre Wheeler National Wildlife. A planned route segment will include Rockhouse Bottom Road, which is within a quarter-mile of the Do Not Block Gate! My hope is that SRT venturers can search these Great Blue Heron Posts to better understand the Nature of our region.
As a lifelong devotee of hiking/sauntering, running, biking, and Nature exploration, I envision another Great Blue Heron weekly photo essay series focused on The Nature of the Singing River Trail. I will incorporate individual essays into my routine Posts that total approximately 450 to-date (archived and accessible at: https://stevejonesgbh.com/blog/). I offer Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge related photo essays as an orientation to the new component series.
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/07/IMG_7921.jpg-07.02.25-Bernie-at-Clear-White-Oak.webp20161512Steve Joneshttp://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/gbhweblogo.pngSteve Jones2025-08-27 15:09:052025-08-27 15:09:05Huge White Oak Blowdown and Cleanup at Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge!
Preparing for my July 15, 2025, presentation to the Madison Historical Association on the pre-European settlement forests of our Huntsville, Alabama region, I visited two regional Native American historical sites on June 10, 2025: Florence Indian Mound and Museum; Oakville Indian Mounds and Education Center. My working title for July 15 — Thirteen Millennia of Speculation on the Forests of North Alabama (Later revised to fit on the Library’s announcement: North Alabama’s Forests in 1775!). I wanted to supplement my literature research with what I could learn from the Florence and Oakville museums and collections, and perhaps soak up some knowledge and wisdom from physical contact with the mounds and sensing the spirit echoes of ancient occupants.
Florence Indian Mound and Museum
We (wife Judy and our Alabama grandsons Jack (17) and Sam (11)) thought we had made a wrong turn as we drove through a concentrated light industrial area just north of the Tennessee River (Lake Wilson). I anticipated that the mound and museum would be in a less developed setting. Not so, as the parking lot, museum, and adjacent wooded mound suddenly appeared among the buildings, empty lots, and railroad sidings.
Judy and Jack descend 70 stairs (43′) from the mound summit to the handsome museum, framed to eliminate its incongruous surroundings.
Displays chronicle thousands of years when Natives occupied, ultimately domesticated (to varying levels), and civilized north-Alabama and all of America. This placard reads, “In Early Woodland time, 2,800-2000 years ago, small family groups in this area lived in semi-permanent base camps along the Tennessee River. The Valley provided most of their hunting and fishing needs, so there was little call for distant travel…”
The text continues, “A significant development during Early Woodland time was the widespread adoption of ceremonial and mortuary practices.” The 43-foot high Florence Ceremonial Mound is one such example. Oh, the mysteries that lie buried by time — literally and figuratively! If only we could shake away the obscuring blanket of the past 200 years of European agricultural and industrial disturbance. How large, elaborate, and extensive was the village/community surrounding this magnificent mound?
The literature I’ve perused summarizes:
Nearly all eastern Natives lived in villages
Surrounded by fields
Growing a rich variety of crops
Sturdy, defensible, and weatherproof wooden structures
Forestland beyond
I am grateful that the City of Florence salvaged a fragment, albeit merely a provocative glimpse, of the past that shaped and defined the Valley culture for many centuries.
I felt an abslute sadness for what modern-day human development has erased. Power lines, railroad spurs, warehouses, and other advancements dampen the educational contributions of the well-executed museum.
I often observe that I am an enthusiast of special places and everyday Nature, elements woefully lacking at Florence Mound and Museum. Regardless, I compliment those who reserved the mound and created the museum and collections to preserve the memory of the grandeur of Native culture and civilization. I can almost imagine the ancient landscape as the mound emerged from the Early Woodland landscape along the mighty river.
The plaque reads, “During Late Woodland time, 1,500-1,000 years ago, expanding population led to more competition for resources and increased fighting between camps. Settlements were more self-sufficient with increased dependence on cultivated crops, like corn, squash, and beans.”
We departed Florence for the Oakville Mounds and Education Center, hoping to see something less disturbed by a vibrant modern-day city along a commercial impounded river.
Oakville Indian Mounds and Education Center
“Rising 27 feet high, this is the largest woodland mound in Alabama, with a base covering 1.8 acres and a flat top of over an acre. Built by Copena Indians, the mound is 2,000 years old… and was used for ceremonial, religious, social, and cultural purposes.”
So nice to stand atop the primary mound and see less-altered place, meadows, and tree edges. However, center docents reminded us that two centuries of intensive agriculture have obliterated less significant mounds, ramps, dikes, ditches, and other village/community remnants. The view from the 27-foot mound surpasses the light industrial blemish dominating the viewscape at Florence Mound. Yet I yearned to see what existed a millennium prior.
I recorded this 59-second video from atop the ceremonial mound.
I accepted the peek into a shaded grove below the mound’s northwest edge.
The site also preserves an associated remaing burial mound.
How many were interred here? Over what period of time? Who was the first? The last? Who knows their story?
Who could ask for a more fittingly tranquil final resting place, softly mounded under a forest canopy?
Laborers constructed the ceremonial and burial mounds from sand, silt, and clay excavated one basket at a time from what is now Oakville Lake. Located on the Oakville Mounds and Education Center property, the lake is open to fishing and pedestrian trails circuit it. Across how many generations did the lake mirror life at the village?
I recorded this 59-second video of the pond.
The museum collections are expansive and warrant time spent in appreciation and study.
I found an online illustration: “Native American Culture of the Southeast,” which shaped my image of what the Oakville and Florence communities may have resembled 500-2,000 years ago.
The image depicts all but the surrounding forests that I will discuss in my July 15 presentation.
I repeat for emphasis the five defining characteristics of our Native American predecessors:
Nearly all eastern Natives lived in villages
Surrounded by fields
Growing a rich variety of crops
Sturdy, defensible, and weatherproof wooden structures
Forestland beyond
North Alabama Forests and Landscapes Today
The Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge occupies 35,000 acres adjacent to Wheeler Lake, just one impoundment on the Tennessee River upstream from Florence’s Lake Wilson. The refuge is a varied landscape of open fields (planted for winter waterfowl food), forests, marshes, swamps, streams, and open water.
How different did these lands appear 500 to 2,000 years ago?
Prior to Wilson Dam construction the dynamic Tennessee River influenced what is now the refuge. Seasonal flooding, periodic course shifting, inflow stream (e.g., Flint River, Paint Rock River, Limestone Creek, Elk River, and others) fluxes, nomadic beaver ponding, and debris damming and release, among other natural forces changed the complexion of those perennially fertile lands. Native agriculture, communities and land uses likewise shifted with the natural changes. Native land use and the corresponding impact to the land varied across the centuries and millennia.
I’ve written often about the epic changes in the land since Wheeler Dam closed its gates 90 years ago. The lake innundates fields, forests, and communities — both modern day and Native. Acres of adjoining uplands acquired as buffer included tilled and grazed agriculture since regenerated naturally to forest. Nothing in Nature is static, whether influenced by 13,000 years of Native occupation or more than two centuries of European domestication.
Huntsville’s Goldsmith-Schiffman Wildlife Sanctuary lies along the Flint River, a tributary that empties into Wheeler a handful of miles upstream from the refuge. I met in May with local archaeologist Ben Hoksbergen, who conducted an archeology survey on the 400-acre sanctuary. He identified four Native sites. He will visit one or more of the sites with me in the fall. I mention the refuge and the sanctuary only to emphasize that Natives occupied our region for at least 13,000 years. Their impact is not insignificant, nor is ours.
They used the land for all manner of life, living, sustenance, habitat, shelter, community, religious pratice, commerce, trade, and even warring. A casual look doesn’t signal their prior occupation, but I can assure you that the field below holds artifacts (points, shards, chips, pottery fragments, and other evidence of Native life) in its surface soil, in addition to Ben’s four discreet sites.
Our pre-European forests were certainly wild. Can we describe them as wilderness? Not by the 1964 US Wilderness Act: A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is hereby recognized as an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain. Our north Alabama forests, instead, were trammeled by man for at least 13,000 years! Native Americans began their North American occupation as nomadic hunter/gatherer units, eventually progressing to semi-permanent agricultural communities. They lived on and from the land:
fished the waters
gathered shellfish
foraged herbs, nuts, fruits
hunted game
harvested forest products
cleared forests
tilled the land
grew crops (beans, maize, squash…)
burned fields and forests
maintained forest and stream routes for travel and commerce
What affect did hunting wooly mammoths, mastodons, and saber-tooth tigers to extinction have on forest and range ecosystems? The same question stands for extirpating eastern elk and bison. Natives used fire extensively to maintain forage crops and game habitat. To enhance visibility around villages to protect from marauders and invaders. Humans impact our environment, measurably and continuously. Native impact was extensive across the ages, yet those 13 millennia in aggregate changed the land. Our impact over the past 200 years is intensive. Aldo Leopold, who is judged by some (me among them) as America’s greatest conservation practioner and philosopher, lamented conservation of wildness thusly:
All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.
A Sand County Almanac (Aldo Leopold 1949)
We humans have seen, fondled, and extracted much from our precious Tennessee River Valley for the 13 millennia we have resided here. We can and must practice informed and responsible Earth stewardship. The Wheeler Refuge and the Goldsmith-Schiffman Sanctuary are evidence that we recognize our imperative to do just that. The Natives had a lighter touch; their numbers required less. The Land is forgiving; Nature is resilient.
Conclusion
I said at the outset of this photo essay:
I hoped to supplement my literature research with what I could learn from the Florence and Oakville museums and collections, and perhaps I could soak some knowledge and wisdom from physical contact with the mounds and sensing the spirit echoes of ancient occupants.
Did I accomplish my objective? I think so. Can I now describe definitively the Native-shaped landscape that greeted the first European settlers reaching our Tennessee Valley? No, but I can state with greater confidence that the Valley bears the influence of millennia of Native life and living, and that change and human influence remain a constant. But for the accelerating rate of human trammeling, flora (trees, shrubs, and herbs) and their successional constants continue to operate. The mosaic, again except for scale and pace, remains unaltered. If we could assess blind to the explosive expansion of human infrastructure, we could slip back 100, 500, 1,000 years and beyond without needing to learn a new ecology(the branch of biology that deals with the relationships of organisms to one another and to their physical surroundings).
An old axiom applies to my dive into the complex and ongoing interplay of humans, Nature, and landscape here in our Tennessee Valley:
The more things change the more they stay the same.
The first recorded use of this expression is by French critic, journalist, and novelist Alphonse Karr in 1849 in Les Guêpes, a monthly journal he founded.
Thoughts and Reflections
I offer these observations:
Nature is a mosaic of place, time, and use; every landscape reflects the past and portends the future. (Steve Jones)
Understanding Nature demands looking back and gazing ahead. (Steve Jones)
All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish. (Aldo Leopold)
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Alphonse Karr)
Inhale and absorb Nature’s elixir. May Nature Inspire, Inform, and Reward you!
I am available for Nature-Inspired Speaking, Writing, and Consulting — contact me at steve.jones.0524@gmail.com
Reminder of my Personal and Professional Purpose, Passion, and Cause
If only more of us viewed our precious environment through the filters I employ. If only my mission and vision could be multiplied untold orders of magnitude:
Mission: Employ writing and speaking to educate, inspire, and enable readers and listeners to understand, appreciate, and enjoy Nature… and accept and practice Earth Stewardship.
Vision:
People of all ages will pay greater attention to and engage more regularly with Nature… and will accept and practice informed and responsible Earth Stewardship.
They will see their relationship to our natural world with new eyes… and will understand more clearly their Earth home.
Tagline/Motto: Steve (Great Blue Heron) encourages and seeks a better tomorrow through Nature-Inspired Living!
Steve’s Four Books
I wrote my books Nature Based Leadership (2016), Nature-Inspired Learning and Leading (2017), Weaned Seals and Snowy Summits: Stories of Passion for Place and Everyday Nature (2019; co-authored with Dr. Jennifer Wilhoit), and Dutton Land & Cattle: A Land Legacy Story (2023) to encourage all citizens to recognize and appreciate that every lesson for living, learning, serving, and leading is either written indelibly in or is powerfully inspired by Nature. All four of my books present compilations of personal experiences expressing my deep passion for Nature. All four books offer observations and reflections on my relationship with the natural world… and the broader implications for society. Order any from your local indie bookstore, or find them on IndieBound or other online sources such as Amazon and LifeRich.
I began writing books and Posts for several reasons:
I love hiking and exploring Nature
I see images I want to (and do) capture with my trusty iPhone camera
I enjoy explaining those images — an educator at heart
I don’t play golf!
I do love writing — it’s the hobby I never needed when my career consumed me
Judy suggested my writing is in large measure my legacy to our two kids, our five grandkids, and all the unborn generations beyond
And finally, perhaps my books and Blogs could reach beyond family and touch a few other lives… sow some seeds for the future
https://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/IMG_7701-1.jpg-06.10.25-Florence-Mounds.webp20161512Steve Joneshttp://stevejonesgbh.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/gbhweblogo.pngSteve Jones2025-08-20 13:26:442025-08-20 13:26:44Native American Influence on Today's North Alabama Forests