On May 9, I paddled out to Prall’s Island in Don Betts’ Wee Lassie, a 1/8-inch plywood canoe that weighs all of 15 pounds. The northside channel was glassy and took about three minutes to cross. I landed at the little beach with the ‘bridge’ behind it and then made a counterclockwise circuit of the island. The birch forest I remembered from last fall was gone, reduced to piles of chips (I’d been told the potential host trees, mostly birches and maples, would be chipped and burned, but apparently the burning part didn’t happen). On the west side, I found a great beach and a treasure chest under a black cherry tree; on a hummock at the south end of the island, half of an old boat; and on the east side, the landing zone where the heavy equipment seems to have been moved on and off the island. The north end of the island is the one that seems to have seen the most clearing. There are still a few trees around, but it feels pretty ghostly.
The beetle that kicked this whole frenzy off was found in just 12 trees. Was such a drastic response called for? I don’t know, but I’m troubled by the way the operation went down--by fiat, with no public process. There are lots of stakeholders who should have been on this. But what’s done is done, and the real question is what to do now. Here’s one suggestion: since the nesting habitat for wading birds is gone, let’s open the island to recreational use by human-powered boaters. The beaches are great, a dirt road loops all the way around the island now, and there are a lot of new clearings that would be ideal places to pitch a tent. It could be the new NYC Water Trail’s first campsite. Would people overrun the place? I doubt it; you gotta like poison ivy to like Prall’s, and you gotta love ticks--the night I got back, I pulled one off the back of my leg and five from my head.