Flying around the planet via Google Earth, it's easy to despair that there is nothing left for humans to discover. Having mapped every inch of the planet with satellites, we can type in London or Darfur or Redwoods National Park and see pigeons circling above Trafalgar Square, a tent city spreading out across the desert, or the green expanse of the forest canopy. This ability to instantly possess images of almost any place on any continent, to zoom in on a certain tree or building (hello, Dick Cheney!), then zoom out as if piloting a plane, can make the world feel like an entirely known quantity, bereft of mystery.
Then comes Richard Preston's thrilling, wondrous book "The Wild Trees." Trees -- the most familiar and beloved of all plants -- turn out to be as unexplored by science as Tibet was by the West before Alexandra David-Néel dressed as a man and sneaked over the Himalayas into the forbidden kingdom. The tree of life may be the archetypal symbol of the human experience, but we don't know as much as we thought about the life of the tree -- especially that of the redwood, the tallest species of tree on the planet. Higher than the W Hotel in downtown San Francisco, redwoods can grow to be 370 feet tall, and until very recently nobody thought, or dared, to climb them.
But a new breed of tree-loving eccentrics -- some of them are scientists, others have an almost mystical attraction to the species -- has discovered a world above the forest floor, an aerial forest 250 feet aboveground teeming with biodiversity that is largely "undescribed" by science. "The forest canopy is the earth's secret ocean," Preston explains, "and it is inhabited by many living things that don't have names, and are vanishing before they have even been seen by human eyes." Possessing amazing regenerative powers, redwoods react to ravages of nature such as fire, drought or lightning by sprouting new trunks, as many as 200, from the old main trunk high in the air. The granddaddy trees can live between 2,000 and 3,000 years, approximating the age of the Parthenon.
The patches of virgin coastal redwood forest that dot the map in Northern California in Mendocino and Humboldt counties were protected from logging operations by conservationists in various stages from the 1900s through the '60s. Comprising 170,000 acres, this remaining redwood country represents only 4 percent of the virgin rain forest that once blanketed the coast from Big Sur to the Oregon border. The light in these forests has an enchanted, golden quality as it filters down through the dense canopy above, which is often licked by fog rolling in from the Pacific Ocean. Coastal redwoods, or Sequoia sempervirens, thrive in the damp, temperate climate just out of reach of the salt air. Preston, who in the course of writing this book became an elite tree climber and one of only several dozen people to have entered the deep redwood canopy, compares the remaining shards of forest to "a few fragments of stained glass from a rose window in a cathedral after the rest of the window has been smashed and swept away."
A science writer for the New Yorker known for his "dark biology" series of books about biological warfare and killer viruses, Richard Preston has written extensively about the fearful power of nature, especially when unleashed by human ignorance, arrogance and greed. "The Wild Trees," which began as a story in the magazine, is also a cautionary tale, about the destruction of the forests, and especially forest canopies, where half of all species on earth are thought to exist. But really it's a love story -- about love of nature and discovery, of tree climbing, and of botanists for each other. It's so beautifully written that I found myself reading it out loud.
Back in the 1980s, Steve Sillett, the man who would become a world-renowned forest canopy botanist, took a trip to redwood country in a beat-up old Honda with his brother, who was visiting from Arizona, and a fellow student from Reed College in Portland, Ore. Just 19 at the time, Sillett "had flaring shoulders, and his eyes were dark brown and watchful, and were set deep in a square face." Sillett had already started climbing Douglas firs in Oregon, but he wanted to see the even bigger redwoods in Northern California. Without a clear plan, the three young men plunged into Prairie Creek Redwood State Park and started bushwhacking through the dense forest until Sillett suddenly tossed off his pack, stared up at a 300-foot redwood and declared, "I'm lusting for this tree."
While Sillett's brother watched in horror below, fearing that Steve had lost his mind, Sillett and his friend Steve Marwood threw themselves into a small tree next to the giant and climbed branch by branch to its top, which is called a "leader." Seventy feet aboveground, the leader swayed under his weight as he stared across the gap between himself and the lower fragile branches of the immense redwood trunk. Struggling to control his fear of heights, he threw his body into space and grabbed the branch like a trapeze, landing safely in the tree. Sillett and Marwood climbed the crown of the immense tree they called "Nameless," entering a dense labyrinth of branches more than 200 feet high holding beds of soil where masses of ferns, lichens and ripe huckleberries grew.
"The top of Nameless had been sheared away in a storm that occurred many centuries earlier, and the tree had reacted by driving a radiance of branches spreading horizontally in all directions away from the broken trunk, like spokes coming from the hub of a wagon wheel. Those branches had sprouted vertical trunks, like spikes on a crown. A forest of small redwoods had sprung out of the top of Nameless -- Nameless Wood." As far as anyone knows, Sillett was the first person ever to visit the upper redwood canopy. It was one of "the last unseen realms on the planet." He has dedicated his life to canopy science, going on to make the first 3-D map of the upper reaches of a virgin redwood grove, where new species, such as earthworms and lichen, are still being found. He also became a master tree climber; never again would he climb a giant without the proper equipment -- it's a miracle he didn't die that day.
The redwood defines "superlative," not only in terms of big, but in terms of complicated. It is "the largest and tallest individual living organism that has appeared in nature since the beginning of life on the planet." The fern gardens in old redwood crowns are second only to Olympic Peninsula rain forests in their density, and scientists estimate the crowns hold so much water they function as airborne aquifers, supporting species such as salamanders and copepod crustaceans, the most abundant animals in oceans. The oldest titans, such as Ilúvatar, in Prairie Creek Redwood State Park, contain some 37,000 cubic feet of wood and are so dense you could "put on a pair of snowshoes and walk around on top and play Frisbee there." Many of the trees, Preston explains, reiterate themselves numerous times in the crown, repeating their own shape in smaller scales of size in the form of a fractal. Ilúvatar has done so six times, creating "Ilúvatars within Ilúvatars, " and is considered one of the most complex living structures ever discovered.
In 1963, National Geographic writer Paul Zahl found the tallest known tree on earth -- a 367.8-foot behemoth that would become the centerpiece of Redwood National Park. The magazine dubbed it "the Mt. Everest of trees." The record stood for almost three decades, until a college dropout and door-to-door Cutco knife salesman named Michael Taylor eyeballed the beast and immediately sensed that the celebrated tall tree was tall but not a record-breaker. Indeed, its top had died and fallen off. Thus began the career of an amateur tree lover who used handmade instruments (he later graduated to more state-of-the-art equipment) to measure trees in the dense backcountry of Humboldt County's redwood parks. His obsession, which he shared with Ron Hildebrant, a post office employee who worked the night shift, led him into unmapped rain forest choked with fallen logs and vegetation for days on end, causing his lonely girlfriend back in Arcata to refer to herself as a "tree widow." Dismissed at first as a "woo woo" tree-hugger by park rangers, Taylor went on to discover many groves of giants that had not been mapped by the park service or anyone else. Much of "one of the most important ecosystems in North America" had, until Taylor came along, been "unexplored at the most basic level, the level of a map."
After three months of exploring around Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park, Taylor found an immense redwood that he named "Atlas," part of a grove of titans that many botanists consider to be the "Sistine Chapel of the world's forests." Other world-class redwoods over 350 feet tall that Taylor, Hildebrant and Sillett discovered and named include Kronos, Rhea and Zeus in the Atlas Grove, Illúvatar, Earendil, Elwing, Adventure, Sir Isaac Newton, Graywacke, Thunderbolt, Paradox, Harriet Weaver and Bamboozle. In the tradition of botany, the exact location of most of these trees, considered to be rare plants, is known only by a handful of scientists and their collaborators. In his stubbornness and curiosity, Taylor resembles past explorers who struck out for unknown lands. Preston writes, "He was a man who could find beauty in the small, hidden places that still existed on earth, the lost places that nobody had ever noticed."
Although Sillett free-climbed up Nameless at 19, he had a lot to learn about technical tree-climbing. Canopy science began to explode in the 1990s and pockets of tree-climbing fanatics in Australia, Costa Rica and the Northwest developed new methods and technologies for reaching the upper canopy. A French scientist had invented a sort of airship raft for studying the rain forest in French Guyana, and various aerial trams had been built to suspend scientists in the midst of the upper branches, but tree-climbing techniques adapted from arborists' methods, using soft ropes and boots so as not to damage the tree, were the most effective.
To imagine how intimidating it must be to climb a redwood titan, look at the 25th floor of a skyscraper: That's about where the first solid branches appear off the main trunk. To ascend such a tree, Sillett uses a crossbow to shoot a line up over a sound branch and then pulls on the line to drag the main 600-foot-long climbing rope over it and back down to the ground. He then attaches ascenders to his climbing saddle and "jugs" himself up the long dangling rope. From the photos on Preston's Web site -- the book has beautiful line drawings only -- the scale of the tiny climber hanging out in space next to the enormous trunk is similar to that of a mountaineer dwarfed by a mountain. Once in the crown, he detaches himself from the main rope and moves about, often horizontally as a monkey would travel, using a specially manufactured V-shaped spider rope. Among the many hazards of redwood climbing are "widow-makers," chunks of dead wood, "sometimes bigger than Chevrolet Suburbans," that can break loose and crush the climber.
Part of what makes "The Wild Trees" such a pleasure to read is that Preston himself drinks the Kool-Aid. Hardly a detached observer, he studies tree climbing at a school outside of Atlanta, takes to the woods behind his house in New Jersey, learns advanced techniques, and earns the respect of Sillett and the other scientist-climbers that leads to his climbing redwood titans side by side with his subjects. So when he writes about what it feels like to be 300 feet about the ground in a redwood, he's not guessing: "There is something unnerving about leaving the main rope behind and going into motion in the crown of a redwood. The main rope is a lifeline that connects a climber to the ground, an escape route out of the tree. Once you disconnect from the main rope, you're on your own," he writes about his ascent of Adventure with Sillett and his botanist wife, Marie Antoine. His enthusiasm for tree climbing is so great that his three children also get the bug. For a family vacation, the Prestons travel to remote Glen Affric in Scotland to climb into the 400-year-old Caledonian pine canopy, the first climbers ever to do so. Preston also travels with Sillett and Antoine to Australia to climb the Southern Hemisphere's tallest trees -- the mountain ash, or Eucalyptus regnans, and gets covered with leeches in the process.
Somewhat surprisingly for a science writer, Preston is as passionate about people as he is about trees, giving the human characters starring roles alongside the redwoods, which is a diva species if there ever was one. Much of the early part of the book chronicles Sillett, Taylor and Antoine's childhoods, all of which are notable for their ordinariness. But Preston finds in their stories the events that shaped their overwhelming love of nature. Marie Antoine, who grew up on a remote island in Ontario, Canada, and lost her mother to cancer when she was a girl, used to lie awake on winter nights listening to the ice cracking on the nearby lake: "The night was growing colder, and the ice was making ringing sounds, like church bells peeling. And then, mysteriously, frighteningly, all the sounds of the ice stopped, and there was complete silence. Marie felt almost overwhelmed by the stillness within the lake, a silence so profound that she could feel it inside her body." Steve Sillett and his brother Scott, who is now an ornithologist at the Smithsonian, had a gruff, chain-smoking grandmother named Poe who taught them about the birds and plants in the woods near their home in Philadelphia. We follow Sillett's heart throughout the book, as it breaks over the loss of his first love (who didn't share his tree obsession) and then is united with Antoine, whom he marries -- of course -- while suspended midair between two redwood giants.
In the summer of 2006, Taylor and his friend Chris Atkins discovered what really may be the Mount Everest of trees. Bushwhacking into a canyon in a remote area of Redwood National Park that is almost impossible to enter on foot, they found Helios -- which measured a whopping 375 feet. The next day they set their lasers on yet another giant, Hyperion, which turned out to be even taller, 379.1 feet -- currently the tallest known tree. Later, when Sillett climbed Hyperion, a "wild tree" (meaning it had never been climbed before), he radioed down to Marie Antoine that he'd seen some brown ants. "That may be a new species," Sillett said. Just as Jacques Cousteau opened up the oceans, Sillett, Taylor, Antoine and the other amazing tree geeks in Preston's tale have found a new frontier in the earth's forest canopies. Thanks to their passion, we can finally see the forest for the trees.