Bristlecone pines have survived various catastrophes over the millennia, and they may survive humanity.
Tree worship can fall prey to political exploitation, especially when a national or ethnic group claims an immemorial attachment to a patch of land. Jared Farmer, in his 2013 book, âTrees in Paradise: A California History,â notes that Californiaâs sequoias and redwoods were long lauded as emblems of American greatness. Madison Grant, one of the founders of the Save the Redwoods League, was a racist and a eugenicist, notorious for the best-selling 1916 tract âThe Passing of the Great Race.â Grant extolled the giant trees in much the same terms that he applied to sturdy specimens of Nordic supremacy. The age of the trees allowed for a kind of backdating of Manifest Destiny, into the mists of prehistory.
Bristlecones canât be monumentalized in the same way. They have the look of survivors, not conquerors. Fittingly, they found fame during the Cold War, when atomic tests were taking place not far off, in the Nevada desert. Bristlecones are post-apocalyptic trees, sci-fi trees. They can be seen as symbols of our own precarious future. Michael P. Cohen, in his 1998 book, âA Garden of Bristlecones,â deftly anatomizes this latter-day bristlecone mythology, writing that the trees âalways reveal the motives of their observers.â

















