Posts Tagged ‘Cape May County NJ’

Invasive Plant Species

Friday, January 15th, 2010

It looked like such a cute plant sitting there on forest floor near the back corner of our property here in Cape May County, New Jersey.  It had pretty purple flowers and an intriguing stem that sprouted out a couple leaves every few inches.  The perennial plant sat there all by itself, yearning to be saved.  Always a sucker for flora and fauna, we transplanted it to a safe, sunny spot in our garden and forgot about it.

The next growing season it spread some via an underground root system.  Again, the purple flowers were beautiful.  By the next year, it was springing up nearly ten feet from where I planted the first one.  Still, I figured it had just about used up the open area and it would not keep spreading.

Then one morning in July I opened up the morning newspaper and there was a story about an invasive plant that had been imported from Asia.  The accompanying picture left me speechless – it was my little purple-flower plant.  The more I read the story, the more I realized I had to dig this perennial plant right up and destroy it.

Now, two years later, I think I finally have seen the last of this bugger.  It seems everytime I thought it was all dug up, another shoot would spring up elsewhere.

It is estimated that there are 50,000 alien species in the United States, and they do $138 billion damage to the US economy.  The biggest problem is that many of these foreigners have no natural pests or diseases here to keep them in check.  So they spread like wildfire, choking out native species.  Since one plant species in an area supports about 10 animal species, a monoculture of one plant can substantially reduce animal habitat and diversity.

Some of the invasive plant species in New Jersey – many planted by well-meaning landscapers – are the Norway maple, Japanese barberry, Asian bittersweet, English ivy, mimosa, wisteria, Japanese honeysuckle, bamboo, and day lily.  Geez, we have four of those right in our yard.  Who knew?  Even the multiflora rose (planted along highways) and crown vetch (to stabilize hillsides) are foreigners.

In Avalon, an upscale shore community here, they planted Japanese black pines back in the 1960′s to help stabilized the shifting sands of the dunes.  Little did they realize how quickly they would grow, pushing out native species.  And with pine needles eventually coating the ground underneath them, that area became barren.

Avalon is now cutting out the dead black pines and pruning all the lower branches of the live ones.  They will be replaced by native species – Eastern red cedar, black cherry, wax myrtle, and Northern bayberry – which all can perform the same role of stabilizing the sand.  It’s a win-win.

With spring just two months away, the ground will soon begin revealing a new crop of summer plants at our home.  I better keep my shovel ready just in case any of those Asian purple-flower plants show up.

- Mountain Man and City Girl

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Looking in the Mirror

Wednesday, February 6th, 2008

I’m currently at our vacation home in Green Bank, West Virginia, a recently built custom log cabin located at 2,700 feet elevation.  The county we’re located in, Pocahontas County, has a yearround population of 9,000.  In area, it is three and a half times larger than Cape May County.

Standing in my driveway, I was talking to a local guy this morning.  He’s about 50 years old, and drives a school bus in the morning and afternoon, and in between shuffling kids he drives a dump truck for a gravel pit company.  He was delivering gravel to me, as he has twice in the past year.  We always take the time to stop and chat.

The topic turned to New Jersey.  “I live in Cape May County, which is at the southernmost tip of the state,” I said.  “We have 100,000 yearround residents, but on any given day in the summer there are 750,000 people in the county.”  He seemed to be digesting the information.  “We’re at the shore and we have no industry,” I continued.  “Tourism is our only industry.”

That touched a nerve, much to my surprise.  “I hate tourism,” he said.  “It’s ruined our county.  I feel strongly about that.”  I shrugged, leaving him room to continue.  “They’ve driven up the prices.  You can’t afford land here anymore.  Our kids just don’t have a chance to buy a home here.”

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Aha!  Didn’t that sound familiar.  I’ve heard the same rant from locals in Cape May County.  The two counties are similar in demographics, if not in size.  Each has 50% yearround homes and 50% second homes.  We, of course, have the shore.  Pocahontas has Snowshoe Ski Resort, called “the most popular ski resort in the south”. 

That has fueled a profusion of condominiums and townhomes atop the mountain, in addition to large single family homes at the base of the mountain.  Then there’s the non-skiers, like City Girl and myself, who enjoy the mountains and beautiful spring, summer, and autumn weather.  A summer heat wave in Pocahontas is 83 degrees.  It has the headwaters of eight rivers, the most of any county in the entire United States, earning it the name “The Birthplace of Rivers”.  It also has the distinction of being the county with the highest average elevation east of the Mississippi River.  As you can see, it has a lot going for it.

“My kids both had to move away to get decent jobs,” he continued.  “There’s nothing here for them.”  I stepped in.  “It’s the same in Cape May County,” I added. “Our kids all leave, too.  There’s not enough high paying jobs.  Plus, the kids want action, so they move to metropolitan Philadelphia or New York.  It’s too boring for them where we live.”

He didn’t bite on that one.  He wasn’t going to admit that the twenty-something kids from Pocahontas want to live near restaurants, malls, theaters, and such.  In Pocahontas, you can barely find a pizza place after 7:00pm.  He grew up here in Pocahontas, and wasn’t about to accept that there was nothing to do for today’s young, independent adults.

It was time to bring the conversation full circle.  “You know what?”, I asked, not expecting an answer.  “When our kids get to be 40 or 45 years old, a lot of them will move back.  They’ll find out that the things you and I enjoy are worth coming back for.  The simple pleasures.”

He nodded, and we parted.  We were both content in the feeling that where we live – Pocahontas for him and Cape May County for me – was the cream of the crop, life at its best.  Maybe that’s why tourists love it so much?!

- Mountain Man