WOTR: Some EarthFirsters celebrate in Idaho
Special to the Daily
One year ago, an aging contingent of EarthFirsters plus some of their young’uns converged on the banks of the Salmon River in central Idaho. Sixty or more stalwarts met to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the beginning of the so-called Cove-Mallard Campaign, a successful effort to prevent clear-cuts from replacing huge, old forests in the area near the small towns of Elk City and Dixie. Not surprisingly, there was beer.
Nobody, this time, gave us dirty looks when we arrived; nobody terrified by the sight of a bunch of aging agitators called the cops.
There were the usual arguments about food, with the militant vegans claiming the moral high ground and the ravenous carnivores hogging (admittedly a bad pun) the campfire. Those of a more pragmatic bent tried whatever was offered, thus earning the dubious honor of being dubbed “opportunivores.” The beer was mostly home-brew with a few cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon thrown in for emergencies. One kind soul brought a generous supply of moonshine infused with, we think, cedar bark.
So yes, in addition to hugging trees, we drink them, too. Saturday night was highlighted by a candlelit tribute to fallen eco-warriors, 10 humans, one canine. Deeds, mis- and otherwise, were recalled, mock recriminations aired, and toasts offered. Then we sang and danced in the dust.
Speaking of dust, one of the dearly departed, Cindy Strand, arrived in the form of ashes carried in a coffee can by her daughter, Sheryl. Nicknamed “Thunder,” Cindy was our base-camp drill sergeant during the campaign’s fractious early years, when dozens of citizens from around the country were getting arrested. Many were also jailed after being charged with a kitchen sink’s-worth of misbehavior, including mooning authorities, felony conspiracy to steal a road, and “violating” the U.S. Forest Service.
One other event dredged from two decades past: We also got sued by the logging and road-building contractors for $11 million, though the jury of our “peers” in rural Idaho awarded them a mere million. One of our lawyers could not resist calling it a “clear-cut victory.” None of us had a penny; we all managed to own nothing.
But back to Cindy’s ashes. On getaway morning, we waded into the Salmon River, the River of No Return, and broadcast (apparently the official word) them to the deep, or in this case, the shallows. A few of us were moved to tears and some just raised their beers, and a lawyer among us wondered if this were yet another illegal act. If so, this time there was nobody there to bust us.
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