The expression "tourist hot spot" takes on new meaning in this fact-packed survey of travel destinations endangered by global warming, environmental degradation, predatory logging, mining and fishing and the impact of too many tourists. In 37 essays, travel journalists Lisagor and Hansen vividly document places in peril, ranging from the ocean nations of Tuvalu and the Maldives, slowly submerging beneath rising waters, to the historic ski chalets of the Alps, where snow is falling less and melting faster. The catalogue of disasters is chilling: the glaciers are vanishing from America's Glacier National Park; the ancient city of Timbuktu in central Mali is succumbing to desertification; warming seas are bleaching Australia's Great Barrier Reef; dry winters and inept water management have drained life from the Rio Grande; and the relentless march of hundreds of thousands of enthralled tourists is causing irrevocable damage to the ancient Incan city of Machu Picchu. The authors' accounts of how the world's beauty is being despoiled, based on sharp on-site reporting, are a cautionary call to arms for tourists to fight environmental excesses and, when traveling, to tread lightly. (Apr.)Copyright 2007Reed Business Information
Disappearing Destinations: 37 Places in Peril and What Can Be Done to Help Save Themby Kimberly Lisagor, Heather Hansen
A beautiful and memorable look at some of the most gorgeous endangered places on the planet.
Machu Picchu is a mesmerizing, ancient Incan city tucked away in the mountains of Peru, but it is rapidly being worn down by the thousands of feet treading across its stones. Glacier National Park is a destination long known for the stunning beauty of its ice floes, but
A beautiful and memorable look at some of the most gorgeous endangered places on the planet.
Machu Picchu is a mesmerizing, ancient Incan city tucked away in the mountains of Peru, but it is rapidly being worn down by the thousands of feet treading across its stones. Glacier National Park is a destination long known for the stunning beauty of its ice floes, but in our lifetimes it will have no glaciers due to global warming. In the biobays of Puerto Rico swimmers can float in a sea shimmering with bioluminescent life, but sediment being churned up by development is killing the dinoflagellates that produce the eerie and beautiful glow. And in the Congo Basin of Africa, where great apes roam freely in lush, verdant rainforests, logging is quickly destroying the vast life-giving canopies. These places-along with many others across the globe-are changing as we speak due to global warming, environmental degradation, overuse, and natural causes.
From the Boreal Forests in Finland to the Yangtze River Valley in China, 37 Places to See Before They Disappear is a treasure trove of geographic wonder, and a guide to these threatened destinations and what is being done to save them.
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Summer was clinging to southern West Virginia halfway through September. It was still warm, but the really stagnant days had passed. There was a breeze, and the hardwood trees along the Coal River's banks had already begun their autumn show. Bill Currey and his buddies were moving their five kayaks slowly downriver on an eight-mile stretch in the Kanawha Valley. Beneath a baby-blue sky they bobbed and weaved through some light white water, occasionally pulling over to fish in some of the deep pools that form behind bedrock boulders. Currey, now with a snowy beard, has been plying the Coal River and its tributaries since his boyhood days in St. Albans, thirteen miles from the capital, Charleston. As president of the Coal River Group, a nonprofit focused on cleaning up and promoting the river, he is so thrilled to unveil his river that he's willing to divulge some of its secrets. But not too many. "That's a great fishing float. On an eight-mile trip we were catching, on any given day, about a fish per mile," he says. They reeled in a smallmouth bass, a walleye, and some Kentucky spotted bass. ("When you catch one, they get up on their tails and dance," says Currey.) "I can't be saying any more about fishing there or my buddies'll shoot me."
The Coal is made up of three branches-the Big, Little, and Lower Coal rivers-each stretching more than thirty miles. The Big and Little legs have their headwaters up over three thousand feet in the sandstone ridges of the Coal River, Cherry Pond, Guyandotte, and Kayford mountains. The Coal River in all drains about eight hundred square miles of West Virginia's rugged, rolling mountains. When the tributaries from those peaks come together, the river is at first rough and narrow but then opens up into smooth water that would welcome any beginning paddler. All one hundred miles of the river are included on the Walhonde Water Trail. The Walhonde was recently designated as the only river trail entirely within the state boundaries of West Virginia. It's the result of four years of faith and backbreaking labor by the Coal River Group. There are nineteen marked put-in sites along the river, and no matter which section you pick, you're in for a taste of legendary Appalachia. "On the upper ends it's more like a creek where the trees practically envelop it. It's so shady and the water is clear," Currey says. The traffic on the river is so light, and some of the communities so isolated, that river-runners themselves will often become the attraction. "People don't walk outside their back door and see bright-colored kayaks going by every day," says Currey. "So when we do go by some of the more isolated areas, kids will come out and wave from their yards and ask, 'Where'd you get them pretty boats at?' That area is so virgin in so many ways. It kind of blows you away."
Appalachia is still marked by such communities, spread out along the Coal River and beyond, where the word "stranger" has no meaning and where English and Scotch-Irish ballads plucked out on a dulcimer, banjo, or fiddle are still heard. Atop heavily misted peaks, purple monkshood and trumpet creeper bloom lavishly. Huckleberries, edible violets, peppermint, and sassafras wait to be sampled, and in antithetically named "hollows," fox and opossum roam and sourwood honey flows. West Virginia has historically been a land of locals, not of tourists, but that's beginning to change. Tourism is offering some much-needed economic diversity to the state where coal was once king. While mining no longer employs many of its residents, it's still environmentally devastating-particularly in the southwestern part of the state-and politically powerful. Locals like Currey believe that if given the chance, responsible tourism could be the area's "great green hope" and offer the reprieve from mining that the state desperately needs.
West Virginia is garnering the attention of a growing number of people from the alfresco set, most of whom are fleeing densely populated urban centers on the eastern seaboard. But the Coal River is a long way, geographically and culturally, from the feathers in the cap of the state's Division of Tourism, like Harpers Ferry, the New and Gauley rivers, and Monongahela National Forest. Despite its boomtown tourism potential, the western part of the state is relatively untouched by visitors. Southern West Virginia's naturally extreme topography, which has kept so much of it isolated for centuries, seems a natural draw for outdoor-recreation types. In that way, they'd fit right in with the locals. "We're outdoor people. We've grown up getting out on the river and into the woods," says Currey. Without the influence of outsiders, locals in the state's more remote areas have remained more of the mind and pace of the original West Virginians, who stood up against and seceded from Virginia because they didn't agree with its politics. "Mountaineers are always free" became their motto.
Maria Gunnoe is one of the descendants of Appalachia's original mountaineers, the Native Americans who thrived in the area and were joined later by liberated slaves and English, Irish, and Scottish immigrants. Maria's land is that of her granddaddy, and his daddy before him, whose wife was a Cherokee who fled the Trail of Tears and hid in these deep, bountiful recesses. Gunnoe lives in Bob White, not far from the serenity of the Coal River, where lush mountains seem to fold one over the other infinitely and where residents are custom-made for life in Appalachia. Among these isolated hills, their adaptability and self-sufficiency have made lives and land inseparable.
"My family spent four generations tending to this land to pass it on. We were God-fearing stewards of this land," Gunnoe says, surveying her forty acres, once lush with orchards. "I could walk through my yard at any given point and pull an apple off a tree, or a peach or a pear, and hazelnuts, walnuts, chestnuts-just an abundance of food that was there for the taking." But in the past few years that's all changed, due to a force that even her predecessors with all their tribulations couldn't have conceived of: mountaintop mining.
This newest method of coal extraction, called mountaintop removal/valley fill, is stripping Appalachia of its solace and natural richness. Residents of Bob White feel that like their namesake bird, the softly whirring bobwhite quail, they're being flushed from their habitat of steep mountain hollows. Gunnoe says that mountaintop mining is wresting away their safety, quiet, and subsistence. And it's yanking the heartstrings of those whose affection for and dependence on this land is no less vital than the blood in their veins. For them, mountaintop removal threatens to still the pulse of their Appalachia.
"Appalachia" refers to the dense, fertile belt that begins in Pennsylvania and stretches from the West Virginia border south along the spine of the southern Appalachian Mountains through Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky, North Carolina, and Georgia. These once-quiet rolling peaks, which begin where the glaciers of the last ice age halted, are carved from 350-million-year-old shale and limestone.
The staggering richness of the Appalachian Highlands ecosystem is renowned among the scientists, explorers, writers, and artists who have roamed there for centuries. In 1671, the frontiersman Robert Fallam said: "It was a pleasing tho dreadful sight, to see mountains and hills as if piled one upon the other." Botanist William Bartram, who traversed this wonderland in 1775, called the southern Appalachians a "sublime forest."
More recently, this area has been heralded as the most biologically diverse temperate region anywhere on earth. Around each curve here the vegetation alone astounds, from boreal, cove, pin oak, and hardwood forests-blooming dogwood, tulip poplar, and redbud are among the area's beauty queens-to heath and grassy balds. Some two thousand species of Appalachian flora have been identified, two hundred of which are said to be native to and entirely confined to this complex ecohub. Its multihued tangles of unkempt rhododendron, mountain laurel, and azalea are near mythical, its ginseng and morel mushrooms coveted worldwide.
This virtual island of biodiversity is a geological oddity. Life was chased southward by an advancing ice sheet ten thousand years ago, and where the glaciers stopped, the fifty-million-year-old mixed mesophytic forest remained-a vestige of the great forests that once dominated the northern hemisphere. These mountaintop forests packed with Fraser fir and fragrant balsam, like a vast green carpet tossed onto the earth and left lumpy and imperfect, give way to headwater streams and tributaries that strike out across the landscape like a thousand bolts of lightning. Those waters sustain life deep in the hollows, where the canopy is so thick that sunlight is seldom seen and where ferns and mosses flourish.
But what ice and rock failed to disrupt back then is now being scoured by coal collecting with a crude technique whose operations have become commonplace over the past decade. Mountaintop removal now accounts for nearly 95 percent of West Virginia surface mining and between 25 and 30 percent of all coal mining in the region.
To the dismay of locals, the Coalburg coal seam in southern West Virginia is where conditions are just right for mountaintop removal. Vast contiguous coalbeds deposited between 250 and 300 million years ago, with billions of tons of high-quality, low-sulfur spoils, lie just beneath the mountaintops. Downhill are steep valley creases where the trees and rocks blasted with dynamite from the apex are indelicately heaved. Where mountaintop removal thwacks and booms, green turns to gray, round to flat, and majestic to messy as bulldozers and oversized dragline scoopers roar to and fro in clouds of dirt and smoke.
Vivian Stockman, outreach coordinator for the Ohio Valley Environmental Coalition, often flies over mountaintop mining sites to document their irreparable transformation. "I came off of a recent flyover and I just had this thought flash through my head that this is what it must be like to view corpses," she says. "It really takes an emotional toll."
What Appalachia is being stripped of is not just its peaks and valleys (hundreds of thousands of forested acres so far), but its way of life. "The topography and the forest have shaped Appalachian culture," says Stockman. "It's a very sheltering and somewhat isolating landscape, and it's made people independent and rugged." While the rest of the world has looked upon Appalachia and generalized about its poverty and what it seems to lack, many have carried on, closely guarding a nearly bygone existence. "They didn't feel poor or cheated, because the woods and forests were a supplemental form of livelihood. The mountains are like a grocery store," Stockman says.
Maria Gunnoe, a self-described "hillbilly," sees mountaintop removal as a kind of cultural genocide that's stripping her area of tradition. Once-elaborate family feasts, stocked with the riches of their mountain outings, are no longer. Access to many wilderness areas has been restricted. "It's because the mine companies are stripping off the tops of mountains and they won't let you in," she says. In Bob White, like countless other towns in West Virginia, eastern Kentucky, Tennessee, and Virginia where mountaintop removal has taken hold, they're also facing an unraveling of their close-knit community. "I live in an area that for fifty square miles I know everybody," she says. "That's the kind of community that we are. Everybody watches over my kids and I watch over their kids. Those communities are just about a thing of the past."
Now hovering over them are three mountaintop mining sites within striking distance of Gunnoe's home and family. Dynamite blasting happens day and night, even on holidays. "My Christmas dinner jumped about two inches off the table," Gunnoe says. "What the blasting does is rumble up through the ground and it kind of shakes the earth, and then you hear the blast. So it scares the daylights out of you before you ever hear the blast. I just threw my hands up and said, 'It's official, merry Christmas.' "
Also at risk in Appalachia are the insects, crustaceans, mussels, worms, fish, and amphibians that thrive in the typical cobble, gravel, sand, and rocks of healthy streambeds. The US Fish and Wildlife Service biologist Cindy Tibbott says that in an area as thickly settled by critters as an Appalachian creek, some are bound to take a hit from pollution or degradation downstream from mining sites. She takes issue with coal companies that insist there's nothing being lost in valleys that are being crammed with blasted-off mountains. "They'll say, 'We're not filling in streams, these are dry ditches,' " says Tibbott. "I have stood in those streams that were proposed for filling and I've caught fish and seen salamanders scurrying in every direction. They are not dry ditches." They're living streams packed with aquatic life such as mayflies, stone flies, and caddis flies, spring peeper tadpoles, red-spotted newts, mountain chorus frogs, creek chub, bluegills, and blacknose dace. Tibbott is certain that rare and even undiscovered species are being lost beneath displaced mountain peaks. "We don't even know what's out there that we might be burying with these valley fills," she says.
The threatened cerulean warbler, adorned with shades of blue the sky would envy, is also declining in its last stronghold, the southern West Virginia highlands. The vast stretches of forest integral to its survival are being fragmented. "If they don't have that big of a piece of land that's forested they are not going to be successful in breeding," says Tibbott. "The mountaintop mining area happens to overlap with the core breeding area of a number of those forest interior species." When the warbler's favorite perches, including old hickory and sugar maples, are leveled, the area noisily mined, and adjacent valleys cluttered, it disappears. Mining companies are required to revegetate the area, but when they do, it's with alien green blades instead of stable, indigenous plant life. "All of the mines are reclaimed in some way," says Tibbott, "mostly to grassland with scattered shrubs or small trees. But creating huge areas of grassland is not a good thing for these species. If you're trying to get back a natural ecosystem, grasslands didn't occur on a large scale in southern West Virginia. But they do now."
But Tibbott's concerns, and those of many other like-minded scientists, supported by a mound of data as big as an Appalachian grayback boulder, were largely ignored by US Department of Interior officials when the largest evaluation of the effects of mountaintop removal to date was released in October 2005. The agency's task, says the report, was to make sure that the Clean Water Act and the Surface Mining Control and Reclamation Act were being upheld, and "to improve the regulatory process and effect better environmental protection for mountaintop mining and valley fill operations in steep slope Appalachia." But since the report was published, fast-tracking mining permits seems to have been the federal government's only priority. In an internal memo that is now evidence in the latest lawsuit being waged by coal country residents, the US Fish and Wildlife Service's Tibbott says, "It's hard to stay quiet about this when I really believe we're doing the public and the heart of the Clean Water Act a great disservice."
Meet the Author
Heather Hansen has worked on staff at Boston magazine, the Sunday Independent (Johannesburg, South Africa) and the Provincetown Banner, where she wrote extensively on people and the environment. She won the Harper's magazine award for Distinguished Magazine Writing in 1999, and has contributed to two books by Gail Sheehy: Middletown, America and Hillary's Choice. Heather has political science and English degrees from Mount Holyoke College and a masters in journalism from UC Berkeley. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.
Kimberly Lisagor is a freelance journalist who has written about travel and the environment for Outside, Mother Jones, Men's Journal, National
Geographic Adventure, USA Weekend, The New York Times, Los Angeles Times and others. She is the author of Outside's Wilderness Lodge Vacations
(W.W. Norton & Co., 2004), which won the Lowell Thomas Award for best guidebook and an Award of Excellence from the North American Travel Journalists Association. She lives in San Luis Obispo, California.
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