A read: the oldest tree, and the one we cut down
East of Big Pine, California, a road climbs into the White Mountains until the pinyon runs out. Up there the ground is pale dolomite, alkaline and thin, and the trees on it are Great Basin bristlecone pines.
They are not tall. They are gnarled, half-dead, twisted by wind and time. A trunk can be mostly dead wood with one narrow ribbon of living bark still pulling water up one side. The wood barely rots up there. It erodes, slowly, like stone.
The oldest known living tree is a bristlecone called Methuselah, around 4,800 years old. The Forest Service keeps its exact location secret so nobody goes to stand beside it. The reason the oldest ones last is the ground: almost nothing else grows on dolomite, and there is too little between the trees for fire to carry.
Then the turn.
In August 1964 a graduate student named Donald Currey went to Wheeler Peak, in Nevada, to take a core from an old bristlecone for his research. His borer broke. He got permission to cut the tree down instead, and counted the rings.
It was at least 4,862 years old. The oldest known non-clonal living thing on Earth, and he had already killed it.
He did not know. That is the part I keep.
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