San Bernardino National Forest - Vegetation

Vegetation

There are many different species of trees, many coniferous, that grow in the mountains. Pines, such as Ponderosa pine, Jeffrey pine, Sugar pine, Coulter pine, Lodgepole pine, Single-leaf pinyon, and Knobcone pine all thrive here. Other coniferous trees, such as White Fir, bigcone Douglas-fir (Pseudotsuga macrocarpa), Incense Cedar, and Western Juniper also thrive here. Canyon Live Oak, California Black Oak, and Pacific Dogwood are other trees that also grow here. The forest contains an estimated 87,400 acres (354 km2) of old growth. The most common old-growth forest types are mixed conifer Coast Douglas-fir (Pseudotsuga menziesii var. menziesii), Ponderosa Pine (Pinus ponderosa), and White Fir (Abies concolor) forests, Jeffrey Pine (Pinus jeffreyi) forests, and Lodgepole Pine (Pinus contorta) forests.

Read more about this topic:  San Bernardino National Forest

Famous quotes containing the word vegetation:

    We love to see any redness in the vegetation of the temperate zone. It is the color of colors. This plant speaks to our blood.... What a perfect maturity it arrives at! It is the emblem of a successful life concluded by a death not premature, which is an ornament to Nature. What if we were to mature as perfectly, root and branch, glowing in the midst of our decay, like the poke!
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    I would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated, any more than I would have every acre of earth cultivated: part will be tillage, but the greater part will be meadow and forest, not only serving an immediate use, but preparing a mould against a distant future, by the annual decay of the vegetation which it supports.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    When the ground was partially bare of snow, and a few warm days had dried its surface somewhat, it was pleasant to compare the first tender signs of the infant year just peeping forth with the stately beauty of the withered vegetation which had withstood the winter ... decent weeds, at least, which widowed Nature wears.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)