The seeds of these trees had just cracked open, sprawling new life into an already ancient forest at the time when king Henry VIII succeeded to the English throne, Leonardo Da Vinci and Shakespeare were knocking around, Australia hadn’t felt the wrath of colonialism and the Aboriginal Australians were happily walking about these lands.
Out in the Tarkine in Northwest Tasmania; takayna in Aboriginal Tasmanian language, there are dwindling rainforests like the one we will occupy during the Big Canopy Campout this year. Being in the canopy there brings short reprieve for the predicament of this particular wild place. While we are there, the forests stay standing.
From the ground it’s nauseating looking up. Only the birds provide some sense of scale. A backdrop of lush green, wet weathered leaves are darkened by the cold clouds breathing heavily above us. Without this cold dark wet this place wouldn’t be here, or be able to exist as what it is.. a majestic and magnificent wild wonderland. A Rainforest.
Camping in these forests we are privileged beyond our understanding. No human being has ever seen the views from the tops of these particular beasts, no one has yet rubbed noses with the bark of these flowering plants as it peels off to greet us on our way round the double barrel of a trunk to launch a line higher, no one has yet sat in a crotch in this tree, 70 metres up, contemplating whether its brother next door, or it’s sister next to that is taller, or just the same age, 4 centuries, 5 centuries old?
All these areas have now had their fates sealed, approval given to be savagely and systematically felled, bulldozed, cleared and burnt to cinders. The timber’s final destination to be spinning uncontrollably next to toilet seats the world over.
It’s with this passion that we avidly participate in the Big Canopy Campout, for more than just trees and forests, but for climate justice.
We look forward to seeing the Canopy Campout carabiners glistening in the rain off everyone’s harnesses here knowing that hundreds of acres are being protected this year in Sierra Gorda, yet another wild, diverse and incredible forest scape.
Wet ropes are heavy. And they will be wet in their natural environment here. The Big Canopy Campouts fall during the Spring of September, 42 degrees South, deep in the Tasmanian cool temperate Rainforest. Shimmers of golden sunlight set majestic shadows on the glimmering forest floor, soft and crunchy with mosses, lichens and mushrooms of inconceivable colours. The warm cozy fire raging draws us all in, circling it like druids. But still the contingent of activists, climbers, conservationists and supporters is looking so strong. They are all in this for the same reasons, be they many.
The Bob Brown Foundation is feisty, just like Bob. The organisation is based on grassroots action and relies on community involvement and support to protect takayna and other threatened places.
We are all so very humbled by everyone involved in their local efforts all over the world on the 15th September to act in defence of our wild places and while pollinating ideas globally for the protection of these important ecosystems, we are all acting in solidarity.
For the Wild.