Benson Farms, Inc… the next step for our seeds?

The other week, I had the unique opportunity to join native plant specialists from all over the western region on a guided tour of a privatized native plant material center.   Federal organizations came in from all over the west to witness first-hand the detailed process that Jerry Benson and his staff are working on to provide generations with native seed for restoration projects.  The first day on the tour of Benson Farms Inc. we were shown five restoration fields that ranged in age from 4 year plots all the way to a 15 year plot.  These restoration sites focused on using native bunch grasses, specifically Bluebunch wheatgrass, Pseudoroegneria spicata, as well as forbs to naturally outcompete fields of invasive cheat grass and crested wheatgrass.

4 Year Plot

4 Year Plot

 

The restoration fields require a lot of prep work. Jerry’s crew literally scrapes the land clean; harrowing, mowing, spraying and harrowing again.  It is very extensive, but in the end it pays off, and he is able to show within 15 years how a field of native plants can take over and clear out a huge vast wasteland of cheat grass and crested wheatgrass.  Fields upon fields of this stuff is  reverted right in front of your eyes like some skeptical magic trick.

10 year Plot

10 year Plot

The results were astonishing. Upon starting my current internship with the BLM in Wenatchee, WA, cheat grass was noted to me as a hopeless invasive because it has already infiltrated so many microhabitats that are deemed irreversible due to lack of money and time. And here I am witnessing site after site where native species are claiming back their take on the land, and within 15 years (which, well, does seem long, except for in the eyes of a restoration biologist)!

If that wasn’t enough, Benson Farms Inc. continued their tour the next day through their fields of native plant grow outs and forb production facilities. Have you ever seen rows upon rows, and whole fields just filled with native plants?  It gave any plant lover a sheer chill of excitement that lasted them at least through the weekend.

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Benson Farms Inc. notices how crucial the end result is, so they take better care in the initial production stages as well as during the critical seed production years. They have an incredible success rate, which seems to carry their reputation above the rest of the native plant material centers and why they are so heavily utilized across the western states. They put in the extra effort to make sure the seed fulfills its full potential and makes it to a restoration site.

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The lack of demand still makes this avenue a very unaffordable option for the grower. Jerry and his company are becoming nationally recognized, yet he still has his staple agricultural crops that he produces in order to make enough money.  Native plants unfortunately don’t provide this, due to lack of demand.

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I hope Benson Farms Inc. is just the beginning for native plant material centers in the private industry, and its success rate will spark people to increase the demand for such an operation. I learned how many people in my field desire to work in such a facility.  We realize that change starts with the seed, and we need a means to increase the seed.  So let’s keep collecting the native seeds and increase their propagation, in order to better conserve all natives.

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Calo Girl Signing Out….

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for the Longevity Of Vast Explorations of plants!

Aaahh, the beauty of wide open spaces. Views for hundreds of miles. Dirt roads that never end. Dead ends are seemingly everywhere and overgrown trails are easy to miss. I seem to luck out with my exceptional map reading skills that are getting better every day out here due to necessity. I must learn precise map measurements as I maneuver my way through and around private chunks of land looking with my head down at my Trimble for the 3 tiny plots of “accessible” BLM land. “Am I there yet?” “How about now?” “Hmmm, maybe just a little bit further.” “Another locked gate!” “Oh no I must have passed it!” “Where did the road just go!?” My internal dialogue seems to be on constant repeat as I turn around for the fourth time, feeling only slightly foolish at the nearly impossible job of backroad navigations in search for the Holy Grail of spots.

Dirt Road to Jamison Lake

Dirt Road to Jamison Lake

BLM Property. North facing slope. ...you get the idea

BLM Property. North facing slope.
…you get the idea

A feeling of accomplishment settles over me as I look out over the land I’ve been searching for. The steep, craggily, north-facing cliffs where my intended plants all abound. An accessible site! YES! As if that isn’t enough to pat me on the back, I feel more accomplished as I see the site full of Festuca idahoensis and patches of Artemisia rigida mixed in with Eriogonum thymoides. SUCCESS!

As good as it feels to find my target collection specimens, nothing is more rewarding then when I so happen to stumble upon an uncommon, like the beautiful Calochortus elegans or the funky balloon seed pods of Astragalus reventiformis, or the unforgettable shyness of Areneria franklinii. AND not only finding them, but being able to key out these plants in the field by myself, having never been seen before.

Calochortus elegans

Calochortus elegans

Seedpods of Astragalus reventiformis. Common Name Yakima Milkvetch.

Seedpods of Astragalus reventiformis. Common Name Yakima Milkvetch.

Lewisia rediviva

Lewisia rediviva

Oh how I love plants!  So much in fact that my summer of outings for the SOS Program has put me in prison…willingly of course (although I was tentative if they would let me out).  We helped a team of inmates propagate Sagebrush seeds in their hoop house.  Due to the excellent turnout of committed inmates, it only felt right to stay all day and help propagate the sagebrush seeds.  Both Kevin and Lee kept us working hard, filling over 700 plugs with seed to try and reach an end goal of over 4,000 plugs.  It was both an incredibly rewarding day and an unforgettable experience, as I can confidently say it is my first time ever in prison.

For the love of plants, I also went on a wild adventure through Moses Coulee, in a search to better understand Rangeland Management and Rangeland Health Assessments. Now, I learned many things this day, including the beauty of precision navigation and the luxury of wilderness driving. Going back to the notion of dead ends, overgrown trails, and fences blocking your path, I think I prefer using my two taken for granted legs, ah thank you.

The amount of exploration available, as all of us fellow interns can agree on, is insurmountable. I seem to have managed a fine balance out here in Wenatchee, WA. By living in Leavenworth, I’ve opened my off time to Mountain Time and my work life to explorations in the Columbia Plateau…and I’ve got lots of maps!!IMG_1508

The adventures always continue out here in the vast Shrub-Steppe. Until next time… Ima get a mountain bike =)

~Here’s to the healing side of Nature~
Calo Girl and her Mischievous Mutt

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Wenatcheeee!

One last heave and I manage to squeeze my life into my car; I am finally ready to hit the open road. It takes a few seconds for this realization to dawn on me after hours of countless reshuffling of my possessions. It’s at this point, once I hop in the car and put my key in the ignition, that I realize what I’ve been packing for. I’m finally headed to the great state of Washington!  …but what is Wenatchee!?  A surge of emotions too chaotic to pin down to one feeling rush through me as I grip the steering wheel tightly trying to keep everything in check. Check. Double check. The most important things to remember, myself and my already homesick travel buddy, Spirit. Did I remember his toys? Food? I run through the mental list one last time. I grabbed all my love plants. Triple check. Unfortunately, I reassure myself, there is always one thing I am forgetting, so progress for progress sake I must ‘get the show on the road!’

After a successfully uneventful drive from the armpit of California to the immensely beautiful expanse that is the Eastern Cascades, it takes all my effort to stay awake and entertain a so called intellectual. It’s at this point that I contemplate if successful and uneventful should be used in the same sentence.

Camping at Cape Disappointment was just “awfully” drab as the name states. Who in their right mind wants to go to a beach with black sand!? It makes for a bright sunset!

Who wants to watch a man pour his broken heart all over the Walmart pavement? There are pigeons for that!

Who wants to watch a twenty foot tall pastor lecture biblical themes to you? Hardcore movie fanatics!

Who searches rest stop trash cans with an IPad? Competitive geocaching retirees!

A hippie bus only able to travel 35 mph!? What sight-seeing!

Reality beckons. Three hours into the most bizarre life interview I’ve ever witnessed, let alone experienced and nothing sounds more enticing then my scrawny floor mat to lie upon and sleep. As I sit in this dingy basement trying to keep my eyelids from getting heavier, I wonder why I’m here, straining to search for any type of sign to reassure my heavy heart; to make sense of all this change and wrap my head around my surroundings. The first night is always rough in a new place, especially when you realize you might actually have standards.

Minus all the paperwork and signing my life away to the government (oh wait I already did that a long time ago!), Wenatchee, WA holds a lot of promise. By the end of my first week, I’ve learned more plants than my feeble brain can even manage to soak in. It’s a good thing my overall disposition is a bright shade of optimism with a slight hue of empathetic. I need this to make sure my confidence doesn’t drain out the pin sized holes forever forming in my brain. When looking at the differences between an agoseris, a microseris, and a crepis on the second day of the job, it takes all my effort to minimize the obvious amount of head spinning one would expect.

Thank goodness for the cross training days that have offered me glimpses of the raw beauty of the Columbia Basin, and to a peculiar yet vaguely identifiable light that shone out of the forests of Leavenworth, WA, reassuring me that everything this summer is going to be all right. As if one can help the stress that comes with life situations, even when aware that life in all its eccentricities always has a way of working itself out. Now in the third week, I am encouraging a growing need for exploration and a ravenous thirst for more…

The adventures are just beginning,

Calo Girl and her Slobbery Steed

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