The Guardian. Having grown up in the northern interior of BC, it’s hard to imagine really living not being surrounded by forest. Trees and the forests they create, defined much of who we were and are. I retain that sense despite discovering several decades later that most of those forest have since been clear-cut; and despite living most of my later life in Vancouver. When my wife and I moved to Nanaimo (she also having grown up with me in the same interior city) we celebrated a return to being near treed acres, of being able to access forests without spending half a day driving. You can imagine, then, how devastating is the news contained within this article. Never mind the wishful thinking of tree-planting monocultures, many forests that once defined much of North America are now no longer growing back when killed by normally occurring droughts and fire. [ARTICLE LINK]