I was heading for the chiropractor's yesterday and had to merge onto I-5 heading south out of Portland. Usually, that merge is no problem, but in the lane to my right was a big old truck with a body that went on for miles.
I had to fade back to slip in behind it and so got a long, sad look at its cargo: naked creatures formerly known as trees. Not all that unusual a sight on this highway, but at least one in the bundle was a big tree. I mean a BIG tree.
My heart sank. Having just returned from the Northeast, where sustainable forestry is how families have stayed in business for generations, I was reminded of the clear cuts you still see in the NW.
Of course the big trees in New England vanished hundreds of years ago; it's a rare giant that goes to market. Which makes it all the more painful to see one rolling down a 21st century highway.
I was ashamed.