Play Live Radio
Next Up:
0:00
0:00
0:00 0:00
Available On Air Stations

If we get 100 donations on Dec. 3rd, generous friends of the station will add an additional $3,000 bonus. Your donation in any amount helps us get there.

Krummholz: The Bonsai Opportunists Of Timberline

Krummholz whitebark pine (Pinus albicaulis) on the northern slopes of unnamed peak 9936 in the Independence Mountains of Nevada.

Winds lash the peaks. Snow pelts the ridges almost every month of the year. The warmest average monthly temperature is a mere 50 degrees F. The conifer forests of the high Northern Rockies appear hunched, twisted and bent. In fact, there’s a word for the dwarf form of subalpine tree species which in other environs would grow tall and straight: “krummholz,” which translated from German means “crooked wood.”

On a sunny late summer day, it’s hard to imagine the forces often hammering the subalpine fir, larch and whitebark pines that dare to push the limits of survival. When the valleys of western Montana sizzle at 90 degrees, I know I’m not the only one who escapes to alpine coolness. Up high on Sweeney Peak in the Bitterroots one such day, a group of us eat our picnic lunches. We lounge like marmots on lichen-encrusted boulders where ladybugs crawl and butterflies whisk by in the steady breeze.

Not far below us, subalpine firs and whitebark pine form a creeping mat that reaches just waist-high: the krummholz. Unlike bonsai trees tended intensively by humans, these miniatures have the winds as their attendants. Icy winds dry out new needles and whip branches until they break. The trees’ strategy is to creep low to the ground in a direction away from the gales. In the Bitterroots, winds mostly come from the west and southwest. That’s why you’ll see other subalpine firs with spiky tops rising from the krummholz to a height of ten feet or so with branches only on the east side. The green needles grow sparsely at the crown, and toward the ground, branches sweep into a skirt where snows protect them from ice-blasting. Look for these “flag trees” proclaiming their summit victory.

Along the ridgeline sweeping north-south, whitebark pines stand erect, yet savagely twisted. Half of the trees are skeletons, dead not from the winter but from white pine blister rust, a disease brought into this country from Europe on infected white pine seedlings back in the early 1900s. Even on remote peaks, we cannot escape our global influence. The living whitebarks give hope that just as the trees endure the frigid winter temperatures and storms, they can overcome this, too.

Why do trees try living up here at all, I wonder? Every step of the way is a struggle, starting with finding a pinch of mineral soil for a seed to take root in among the rocks. It reminds me of studying the intertidal zones at the ocean. The farther away from the sea, the tougher life becomes, yet for the barnacles, mussels and snails that face a continual danger of drying out, those fewer species also face a lot less competition.

There’s plenty of elbow room up near the mountaintop, too, until you reach that demarcation line where trees cannot exist at all. Of course, I love the bald, rocky summits with that 360 degree view. Even here, if you lie down on your stomach, you’ll discover elfin lupine, penstemon and asters rushing to flower, be pollinated and spread their seed before the relentless snows arrive. My advice for the rest of the good weather is to heed the words of John Muir: “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”

"Field Notes" is produced by the Montana Natural History Center.

(Broadcast: "Fieldnotes," 8/10/95 and 8/23/16. You can hear the program on the radio Sundays at 12:55 p.m., Tuesdays at 4:54 p.m., and Fridays at 4:54 p.m., or listen via podcast.)

Become a sustaining member for as low as $5/month
Make an annual or one-time donation to support MTPR
Pay an existing pledge or update your payment information