Gabe Howe has devoted the last decade to reopening trails in Oregon's Kalmiopsis Wilderness.
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A Couple’s Labor Of Love Keeps Wilderness Trails Open For Others

By Ian McCluskey (OPB)
Oct. 18, 2018 7:15 p.m.

After wildland fires destroyed the trails of a little-known wilderness, people said they'd never be rebuilt. One young couple refused to accept that answer.

Gabe Howe stands at the trailhead of Babyfoot Lake with a pair of loppers resting on his broad shoulders. He surveys a vista of charred trees, bleached bone-grey in the scorching sun of southwestern Oregon.

They stretch over contorted ridgelines as far as the eye can see. Howe knows these ridgelines well, each mile of a trail that starts here and twists, pitches and plunges some 26 miles across this wilderness.

The landscape here still shows the signs of the 2002 Biscuit Fire.

The landscape here still shows the signs of the 2002 Biscuit Fire.

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With him is a small crew of enthusiastic volunteers. They take turns weighing their backpacks to see who will heft the heaviest. Howe looks on with a slight smirk, knowing that all the bravado at the trailhead will wear off soon enough.

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They pack for a seven-day backcountry trek — enough weight to be grueling for even the strongest — but in addition, they carry wood and steel tools. Not high-tech backpacking gear, but literally logging equipment from the last century.

It’s Memorial Day weekend and they have returned for what is now an annual tradition — to continue the work Howe and his wife, Jill Stokes, started a decade ago: To clear scores of dead trees from the trail.

Each winter, windstorms topple the trees and brush springs up to choke the path. So at the start of each summer season, the Siskiyou Mountain Club returns to hack the trail back.

It is a repeating cycle of hard labor, akin to the Greek myth of Sisyphus, who rolled a massive boulder up a mountain each day only to have it tumble back down each night. But while the task of rolling the boulder was forced upon Sisyphus, Howe has taken on the punishing labor of wilderness trail work by choice.

Partly because he can. And also, he says, because others said he couldn’t.

Gabe and Jill hike a ridge in the Kalmiopsis Wilderness.

Gabe and Jill hike a ridge in the Kalmiopsis Wilderness.

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We Didn’t Like That Answer

Howe and Stokes first came to explore the Kalmiopsis Wilderness in 2006.

“It was sunny and it was hot and it was hard,” recalls Stokes.

“And we started descending and it was a complete disaster and we lost the trail,” adds Howe.

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Just four years before, the wilderness had burned in what was then the largest wildfire recorded in Oregon. The Biscuit Fire charred approximately a half-million acres.

The area’s 153-mile trail system was devastated, making a rugged place even more rugged, and hiking into its interior impassable.

“That’s when we realized trails on the map are not on the ground,” Stokes says. “And it was during that trip out that we had the experience of just throwing sticks off the trail because we were so pissed about hiking and stomping over these same little sticks in the trail over and over.”

Howe and Stokes started kicking and hurling sticks from the trail. When they looked back, they saw their efforts had made a difference. “And that was what sort of sparked: Wow, it doesn’t take any special knowledge or anything to just move the sticks off the trail," explains Stokes.

The trails had first been built by the Civilian Conservation Corps during the Great Depression as part of the massive back-to-work program of the New Deal. Without a similar scale of resources and federal support, it wasn’t clear if the U.S. Forest Service would ever rebuild the trails again. So Howe and Stokes had an ambitious — maybe even ludicrous — idea: They would rebuild the trail themselves.

“Everyone basically said that it was not going to work — that that terrain was too difficult, that fire burned too hot, and that is was not worth trying,” recalls Stokes. “And we didn’t like that answer.”

Howe chuckles and shakes his head. “I don’t know if people told me I couldn’t and that made me want to do it more, just to prove them wrong.”

Howe and Stokes rallied their family and friends, rounded up whatever tools they could find, and headed back to the Kalmiopsis.

“We didn’t have agreements with the Forest Service until we were at the trailhead with our tools, ready to leave,” Stokes states. “We would have gone either way.”

Forming The Club

They set their sights on restoring the Trans-Kalmiopsis trail. Before the fire, it cut 26 miles from one end of the wilderness to the other. Their plan seemed simple enough. They estimated, if they worked really hard, it’d take them the entire summer.

It took five years.

It wasn’t simply the volume of downed timber to clear; they had to cut every single log by hand.

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Federal wilderness regulations prohibit the use of vehicles or mechanical tools, like chainsaws. Several folks suggested that Howe and Stokes could probably get a special permit from the Forest Service, since the scale and circumstances of clearing the Trans-Kalmiopsis was so unique. But Howe and Stokes chose to stick to the specifications of the Wilderness Act.

“There’s a reason they put that into the Wilderness Act. There’s a reason that maintains the wild integrity. And I think that’s important,” explains Stokes. She smiles, then concedes: “They are heavy though. It’s a pain in the ass!”

Jill Stokes takes a turn on the crosscut saw.

Jill Stokes takes a turn on the crosscut saw.

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Howe and Stokes both grew up in Portland, and neither had a background in timber cutting, let alone using crosscut saws — the 19th-century tool known by lumberjacks as a “misery whip.”

Luckily, one of the hard-working volunteers of their team had grown up working in the woods.

Aaron Babcock was an avid whitewater boater. Before the Biscuit Fire, he had paddled two of the three Wild and Scenic rivers that run through the Kalmiopsis wilderness: the North Fork Smith and the Illinois. "But he had not run the innermost river, the Chetco," says Howe. "The Chetco was a mystery — an unexplored river. Few had written about it or shared it in the boating community."

Babcock wanted to find a route to the Chetco, and teaming up with the Siskiyou Mountain Club was the way to penetrate the Kalmiopsis backcountry.

He brought to the club the skills to work a crosscut saw and swing a pulaski — a wildland firefighter’s hand tool that’s been in use for more than a century.

“Right away I could see this guy was good,” Howe says.

Aaron Babcock teaches volunteers how to use an old-fashioned crosscut saw.

Aaron Babcock teaches volunteers how to use an old-fashioned crosscut saw.

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Babcock is now the Trail Crew leader. He doesn’t say much. He watches two volunteers struggle as they try to force the saw through a log. He waits. Their pushing and pulling slows as the weight of the log begins to bind the blade. Then he silently steps up, taps a logger’s felling wedge, opening the cut for the saw to slide again.

Sometimes, when he sees an especially challenging log, he’ll step up to the saw and tilt the angle just so. “There,” he’ll say. “That way it’ll fall clear.”

Sometimes he just shakes his head, as two volunteers grunt and sweat.

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When an old saw is really working there is hardly any pressure; it’s a synchronized pulling of two sawyers. Never a push. The weight of the old steel rakes small curls of sawdust. The steel almost sings.

When Howe and Babcock take the saw, it is like this. They have learned that a little extra time saves a lot of energy, and ends up making the cutting faster.

As they worked to reopen the Trans-Kalmiospsis trail, they counted the number of trees that they cut. After 15,000, they stopped counting.


Howe remembers working on the trail one day when he saw a rare sight: other hikers.

They stopped to ask Howe what he was doing. “We’re cleaning up the Kalmiopsis trails!” he announced proudly.

The other hikers looked at Howe, and then across the expanse of dead trees. “Aren’t these trees just going to keep falling?” they asked.

Howe paused as he considered this fact, and realized: “Oh my god they are, aren’t they?!”

Dead trees fall every year in this part of the forest, blocking the trails.

Dead trees fall every year in this part of the forest, blocking the trails.

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The Botanist And Her Mule Skinner

As Howe and Stokes labored to put the Kalmiopsis trails back on the map, they learned that the reason the Kalmiopsis was even on the map in the first place was because of another married couple who had blazed their own trails some 80 years before them.

Like Howe and Stokes, John and Lilla Leach were from southeast Portland. And also similarly, John and Lilla met in college.

Lilla’s dream was to be a botanist and to discover new species of rare flowers. John realized that there was only one way to win her heart. He promised: “I’ll take you where no cake-eating botanist has been.”

In 1928, they loaded up two burrows, Pansy and Violet, and set off. They returned the next season, and then the next.

Lilla Leach hitches one of her mules to search for undiscovered flowers in the Kalmiopsis in this 1928 photo

Lilla Leach hitches one of her mules to search for undiscovered flowers in the Kalmiopsis in this 1928 photo

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Then, one day in 1930 Lilla came across a plant she had never seen before — a low shrub with tiny purple flowers.

It blossoms briefly in the spring and grows only in a few pockets of these mountains. The hearty shrub started evolving before the ice age. It’s believed to be the oldest living member of the ericacae family, more commonly known as heath or heather.

The kalmiopsis leachiana, named after Lilla Leach.

The kalmiopsis leachiana, named after Lilla Leach.

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As an amateur botanist, Lilla had to fight to be recognized for her discovery. She prevailed. The plant now bears her name: the kalmiopsis leachiana.

“It’s this beautiful shrub, which anyone would want in their backyard,” explains Howe.

For that reason, it wasn’t long after Lilla’s discovery that nursery owners began to pillage the populations of the leachiana. It was soon clear that the small clusters of flowers were in peril.

So Lilla and John pressed the Forest Service to create a protected area. In 1946, the Forest Service designated almost 77,000 acres to be protected for its biological diversity. And it is from Lilla’s flower that the area gets its name.

When Congress passed the Wilderness Act in 1964, the Kalmiopsis became one of the first areas to be protected under that status. In 1978, the area was expanded to encompass nearly 180,000 acres, making it Oregon’s third-largest Wilderness Area.

Beyond the borders of the Kalmiopsis Wilderness are as much as 200,000 acres of undeveloped forest.

Beyond the borders of the Kalmiopsis Wilderness are as much as 200,000 acres of undeveloped forest.

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Wilderness Untrammeled

Beyond the Kalmiopsis’ protected borders stretch many more miles of rugged land, among the largest blocks of undeveloped forest on the West Coast. In fact, the swath of roadless forest adjacent to the 179,755-acre Kalmiopsis Wilderness is at least as large, estimated to be between 180,000 and 200,000 acres.

“These areas surrounding the wilderness are just as rugged, and just as eligible for Wilderness designation,” Howe says. “But no one takes them on because they are not pretty, and there is no name recognition.”

While millions have heard of Oregon’s popular Rogue River just to the north, or the famous Redwoods to the south, few people know the names of this area. The adjacent wild areas are simply called “North and South Kalmiopsis Roadless Areas.” Yet together, they are the largest National Forest Roadless Area in Oregon.

Within this area flow five rivers eligible for Wild and Scenic Rivers status, according to Kalmiopsis Rivers — Baldface Creek (tributary of the North Fork Smith), Rough and Ready Creek, Josephine/Canyon creeks and Silver and Indigo creeks (tributaries of the Illinois River).

The Kalmiopsis looks more like desert than Pacific Northwest rainforest.

The Kalmiopsis looks more like desert than Pacific Northwest rainforest.

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When most people think of the Redwoods just to the south, they tend to think of lush woods of towering trees, ferns and spongy hiking trails, all blanketed in fog. But here, the land is twisted and rocky. Geologists say that this land was once the bottom of the ocean — and that it was scraped up. Ridgelines don’t go the usual north-south, but seem to be jumbled, pitching and falling every which way.

The soil is classified as serpentine — a dark green that turns red when oxidized, staining the landscape in rust color. Although you can see the Pacific Ocean on a clear day, the rocky land looks more desert than Pacific Northwest temperate rainforest.

From the labyrinth of peaks flow pristine rivers, pooling in hidden swimming holes, and secluded lakes that Howe and Stokes have discovered in their free time.

When not clearing trail, they spend their vacations here camping and swimming.

They now bring their kids.

Jill Stokes hikes with her daughter Azalea to a secluded lake.

Jill Stokes hikes with her daughter Azalea to a secluded lake.

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Their daughter Azalea is named for one of the area’s flowering plants, and their son Carter for one of its creeks.

On this particular day, they’ve hiked over a ridge and dropped into a red, rocky basin with a clear cirque lake surrounded by pine trees.

Howe sits on a rock, letting the late afternoon sun warm his bare chest as he watches his wife and his kids kicking an inflatable paddle board.

He does not see himself fitting in with urban environmentalists, nor with those who would spoil this place for profit. “My passion is not political,” he says. “What I value is wilderness in the frontier sense.”

“When the Wilderness Act came out,” he says, “the purpose of it was to define some American frontier.” A key word in the act is “untrammeled.” Howe points out it does not mean untouched. It means free and unrestricted. And this quality is what Howe loves about the Kalmiopsis, what has held him here for more than a decade and is why he brings his young children here to experience it for themselves.

By dusk, the family gathers firewood. They sit and watch the coals glow. Above, the Milky Way arcs, reflecting in the still lake.

“I’ve gotten to know this area really intimately, where you know every footstep, you know every turn,” reflects Howe. “You can see the changes year by year. It becomes this character of your life. It shapes you, and you, in turn, shape it.”

"It becomes a character of your life," Gabe Howe says of the Kalmiopsis. The Howe family is pictured here in the Kalmipsis Wilderness.

"It becomes a character of your life," Gabe Howe says of the Kalmiopsis. The Howe family is pictured here in the Kalmipsis Wilderness.

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Making Certain It Goes On

Part of what makes this wilderness so wild is the lack of people — in large part because of the challenge of access. By their very work of restoring the trails, Howe and Stokes are making the Kalmiopsis easier for more people to visit. The publicizing of their accomplishments puts the practically-unknown Kalmiopsis into public view.

Stokes and Howe are aware of other natural areas in Oregon that have become overrun by hordes of urbanites and hashtaggers. They would hate to see what has happened to other natural places come to the Kalmiopsis — such as bags of dog poop left trailside and hikers with music blaring. They are concerned. But ultimately, they want more people to know, and in turn, sincerely fall in love with this special place.

"Trails are the arteries of our national forests," says Howe. "They are the very place from which the public experiences wilderness in our country."

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What started as a rally of friends and family has developed into a nonprofit organization with more than 600 members. Howe serves as the executive director of the The Siskiyou Mountain Club and champions its singular mission: rebuild and maintain the trails of this region.

In addition to the annual Memorial Day trip, they restore trail all summer season with teams of paid interns. They now have contracts with the Forest Service and Bureau of Land Management to work on trails across the Siskiyou region. They have now helped bring back some 150 miles of trails and maintain 280 miles of trail in seven different wilderness areas.

“Looking back, I think if we hadn’t started when we did, that to try to attempt those same areas now, after all these many more years of trees falling and brush growing, I don’t know if it would be possible,” Stokes says. “I think we hit it at a time when we were right on the cusp of it actually being too much work. And it’s really good to be in a place now where regular maintenance once a year does it. And after Memorial Day, you can tell people confidently: you can walk that route now.”

So the cycle continues. Brush grows, trees fall and the metaphoric (and sometimes literal) boulder rolls back down the mountain, blocking the path. And each spring the self-appointed Sisyphus of the Siskiyous starts another season.

“It’s like this weird bug that I got,” Howe says with grin. “You know, we’re going to keep this trail open, no matter what. When I die it’ll be open.”

A volunteer trail crew for the Siskiyou Mountain Club hikes through the Kalmiopsis Wilderness.

A volunteer trail crew for the Siskiyou Mountain Club hikes through the Kalmiopsis Wilderness.

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