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The Unlikely Survival of the 1,081-Year-Old Tree That Gave Palo Alto Its Name

A redwood tree called El Palo Alto has long served as the 120-foot-tall symbol of Palo Alto, but a project to help it thrive has been delayed.

The El Palo Alto redwood tree in Palo Alto, Calif., in May. It’s right next to a busy train line and has struggled to survive through pollution, compacted soil and drought.Credit...Max Whittaker for The New York Times

By Jim Robbins

June 26, 2021, 12:21 p.m. ET

PALO ALTO, Calif. — It could have toppled long ago.

For one thing, it’s a loner, miles from kin that thrive in far wetter climates. Its massive roots are sandwiched between a concrete wall and railroad tracks. It has weathered coal and diesel smoke from passing trains for more than a century. It has survived earthquakes and record-breaking droughts, and a less destructive man-made force: graffiti.

El Palo Alto — a 1,081-year-old redwood tree that has long served as the 120-foot-tall symbol of Palo Alto, the city that took its name — is arguably Silicon Valley’s original no-tech start-up.

It still stands after nearly 11 centuries because it has been singled out for veneration, and people tend to have an emotional connection to charismatic megaflora with a story to tell, from the cedars of Lebanon in the Middle East to the major oak that supposedly housed Robin Hood and his men in Sherwood Forest. That’s El Palo Alto on the official emblem of the City of Palo Alto and the official seal of Stanford University. And that’s El Palo Alto, sort of, that dances around at Stanford games as the unofficial campus mascot, a googly-eyed oddball costumed tree with floppy branches.

“It embodies the pioneer spirit of Palo Alto,” said Walter Passmore, the city’s former urban forester, who cared for the tree for nine years until he left the position in May. “Palo Alto has always prided itself on being home to innovators, leaders and creative thinking. That is what some people see in the tree.”

After decades of near-death experiences, El Palo Alto was awaiting one last rescue effort that Mr. Passmore and others said would assure the future of the tall tree. Caltrain, a commuter rail line, has been planning to electrify the diesel trains that rumble about 25 feet away from the tree, a move that would eliminate the pollution that spews onto it daily.

But the big tree will have to fend off the slings and arrows of its urban location for a while longer. The Caltrain project to switch from diesel to electric was supposed to happen this year, but officials decided to postpone it — until 2024.

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Walter Passmore, the former urban forester for the City of Palo Alto, at the El Palo Alto redwood tree.Credit...Max Whittaker for The New York Times

On a recent visit, Mr. Passmore walked beneath El Palo Alto’s branches, a damp and spicy earthiness filling the small creekside park that serves as the tree’s base less than a mile from City Hall. As he spoke, he had to pause. The blinking red lights and clanging bells of a railroad crossing gate interrupted. A minute or two later, a Caltrain diesel, smoke trailing, whizzed by.

El Palo Alto’s very existence there has been a fluke. Redwoods are insatiable rain and fog drinkers, thriving in places where the annual rainfall is five to 10 feet. In Palo Alto, less than two feet of precipitation is common. The tree is shorter than it used to be — it was about 162 feet tall in the 19th century but parts of the top died, likely from coal and diesel smoke — and as a result it is a pipsqueak compared with other, taller redwoods that approach 400 feet. And it is still only middle-aged — the oldest redwood in the country is estimated to be some 2,500 years old.

Mr. Passmore believes that a coast redwood seed may have been swept down from the mountains by San Francisquito Creek, took purchase and was nourished over the centuries by the creek waters.

Population growth and a flurry of wells drew down the creek’s water table in past decades, depriving the tree’s roots of water. Termites and compacted soil added to the decline. In the 1950s, the tree appeared gaunt and sickly. George Hood, a city arborist at the time, concocted a plumbing system that sent water up the trunk that bathed El Palo Alto in fog-like mist.

“He called it a ‘Fool the Redwood’ plan,” said David Dockter, a retired city arborist who helped care for the tree for more than two decades and still monitors its health. “Redwoods drink from their crown as well as their roots, and he wanted to fool the redwood into thinking it was on the coast, getting a drink of water every day when the fog came in.”

Wells were capped to bring the water table back up. Ground-penetrating radar was brought in to check the health of the tree’s interior. A camera-mounted drone was flown to the crown for an inspection. And a prism was placed at the top of the tree so surveyors can monitor its stability.

“So far it hasn’t moved,” Mr. Dockter said. “That would be the first sign there’s ground movement.”

Nevertheless, an emergency backup plan was set in motion: El Palo Alto’s seeds were collected and planted in 2004 in a historic tree nursery run by the nonprofit group American Forests, in case the tree keeled over and died.

El Palo Alto grows on the land that once belonged to the Ohlone Costanoan Esselen Nation. It entered recorded history in 1769, when the Spanish military officer Gaspar de Portola and 63 of his men rode into the region on a mission to expel the Jesuits from California. They spied the lone, double-trunked redwood from far off and camped near it. They first referred to it as Palos Colorados, which loosely translates to “red trees,” because of the redwood’s red bark. Later, when the second trunk came down in the 1880s, the tree became known as El Palo Alto, a Spanish phrase meaning “the tall stick.”

One of the unsolved mysteries of El Palo Alto’s history is that the tree might be a pretender of sorts.

“The tree we know as El Palo Alto might not be the tree Portola camped under,” said Steve Staiger, a historian for the Palo Alto Historical Association. “It may have been a tree that was further downstream that was chopped down by a Spanish military engineer to ford the creek.”

Leland Stanford, the president of the Southern Pacific Railroad and a governor of California, purchased the land where the tree stood in 1876 for his family home and his Palo Alto stock farm, where he later founded Leland Stanford Junior University. The college was named after his only son, who died from typhoid on a trip to Europe at the age of 15.

After the loss of the second trunk in the 1880s, Mr. Stanford directed that a stout wall be built to protect the remaining trunk, using logs and railroad ties. His widow, Jane Stanford, later had a larger, 25-foot-tall concrete wall built to keep the creek from taking out the roots and toppling the tree.

Stanford University students used to hold a contest each year to fix the class flag to the top of the tree. The last climb was on the night before Admission Day in 1909. It went as student high jinks often go: rather poorly.

According to a City of Palo Alto report, “the student became marooned in the crown after dark, and needed to be rescued by fellow students.”

 

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/26/us/palo-alto-redwood.html?smid=em-share

nostalgia and history. rave on Zoners...

 Bry busting

 

How far away was it from your parents home?

this was 1.5 miles

A sea of groovy people, mostly in tie dyes, LLTD. That's pretty much all I remember of the surroundings. I know that there was a street and sidewalk, too.

Jimmy Hoffa (it had been alleged)  9/2/78

A golf course

Probably crackheads. Baltimore 1980.

A vacant lot a few doors down from the Uptown Theatre in Chicago (11/16/78). The guy who was driving was having trouble finding a place to park, and then he saw a few young guys waving cars into the nearly empty lot, so he went for it. They were charging $5 per vehicle, which seemed reasonable given the proximity to the venue, so the driver paid it, parked it, and off to the show we went.

After the show, we found the vacant lo be completely empty because of course the young guys who were waving cars in before the show were scammers. We had to get a taxi down to the municipal lot where they stored towed and impounded vehicles, which if it wasn't fully on the South Side it was really close. I think the fines to get the car back were about $150, which we managed to scrape together somehow, and then it was back on the road to the comfort of the suburbs on the North Shore.

File this one under If it seems to good to be true...

A dead lion. Up on the hill overlooking Irvine Meadows

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lion_Country_Safari

A shitload of freaky people who couldn't get in having a New York street party. Band put speakers in the streets in front of the Beacon.

Inside - a person flew off the balcony practically over my head and landed less than 50 feet away.

Gangbangers and neighborhood kids laughing at the deadheads in line.

And no one in tie-dye.

Straight students at Syracuse University wondering what the fuck was going on.

Pennsylvania Station 

 

Some rise, some fall.  ...

Fenway Park.

Probably a Waffle House

Jerry 

Mr. Jiggs...

San Francisco

My first show was in Cleveland Music Hall a great small venue, and 50 yards away was Cleveland Public Hall, a larger multi purpose larger hall that I seen many other shows at including Rush, Kinks, Zappa, Bob Seger. My only trips inside the smaller Nicer Music Hall were for a two show run by the dead and another two show run by jgb 

A Kate Smith statue. They took it down. 

My $5.50 seat and The NRPS.

 

Cool story about the redwood...

Hwy 5

 

A run-down "restaurant", track apartments, interstate hwy adjacent O'Hare, and a road (Rosemont Horizon, 1988).

>>>Mike, I believe that car impound lot was adjacent the Cabrini Green housing project....and notorious for scam tows.

Could be, StrawBud, but I could've sworn it was south of the Loop.

We used to get some of the best BBQ at a place called Farmer Brown's that was on Clybourn just down the street from Cabrini Green.

I was probably about 50 yards from the stage (and band) during my first Dead show.

5 yards from flatbed truck stage, after stashing my bike in the bushes

30 - 50 yards from that  El Palo Alto tree - just across Alma- ( i will go measure next week )

that really was the intent of the question - it was what was nearby the venue

 

thanks for playing

A Frank Lloyd Wright designed structure.

 

 

 

 

Merriweather Post Pavilon

Well, I was also about 50 yards from our Boy Scouts Jamboree camp spot as well, not to mention The Laguna Seca Racetrack.  wink

Victims and crimes. Capitol theater Passaic NJ 1976.

I was on the rail in front of Jerry (4/20/84), so I guess the soundboard was 50 yeard behind me...maybe less.

I was about 50 yards behind you Ned, and watching you the whole time.

Mike, maybe that lot was near the now demolished Henry Horner Projects...the gunfire/violence is probably worse these days in very isolated 'hoods but back in those days it was no picnic in and around the Loop and surrounding areas after dark either.

Yes, killer ribs with all the fixins' anyway....the best tacos in in Chicago are also in some of the city's speediest areas as well but it can all be safely achieved as long as it's clear you're not gang banging or buying/selling drugs.

funky old Atlanta Municipal Auditorium. 11/11/71

Two weeks after Duane Allman's death.

Mr.Jiggs

Roosevelt Stadium

8-4-76

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhMcc7X2iJk

 

~1.38.00 

looking back now, this is disturbing...

That is both comforting and creepy. Mike. Thank you.

>>> looking back now, this is disturbing...

 

Do you mean the 6 minutes to start the show, or the raging amount of bell bottoms on stage?  ;-)

^Ha

No, Mr. Jiggs at setbreak

lol @ Ned

^^^^
Highnote. I was born and raised in Passaic and did every Dead, Garcia incarnations and Weir incarnations and too many other shows at the Capitol to mention. Sorry but even though it had deteriorated Passaic wasn't that bad. 

And to stick with the theme. It was my longtime concert buddy who had come down from Boston, trying to get a ticket for what was my 1st GD show 3/22/72. He failed. The only show he ever tried to get in to unsuccessfully. 

To stay on theme, Mrs. LocalCountyLine's first show was on 11-21-70, Boston Univ.

A chimp act opened the show.

It went:

Chimp Act->NRPS->Grateful Dead

 

Who knows, might have been Mr. Jiggs' Dad.....

Wow I never saw a chimp act

 

Did see many primates around the shows

LLTD, I believe a bunch of them were the crew....

Knuckle draggers and mouth breathers.

 

Broad and Pattison

 

>>>>>>Highnote. I was born and raised in Passaic and did every Dead, Garcia incarnations and Weir incarnations and too many other shows at the Capitol to mention. Sorry but even though it had deteriorated Passaic wasn't that bad. >>>>

Bob, I apologize for dissing your home town. I didn't live there. I just went to shows and assumed that it was largely the same as the shit hole I was coming from. I never found rainbows and unicorns on the other side of the river but then again, I never poked around. 

^^^^
Not sure what town you were coming from. For sure Passaic had gotten bad, but it was no where near the dregs of Patterson or Newark. 

North tunnel - Polo Fields SF    69

The pavilion at Blossom Music Center.

37 years ago today!