I had another relative who lived in the Pacific Northwest back when logging was King, Queen, and Ace. His name was Archimedes, but everyone called him "Chi". A third cousin, twice removed, on my father's side. Anyway, the family story is that Chi logged off a helluva lot of trees and one day woke up and never cut another. The company fired him, of course, and he took his turkey on the road. Chi became an early environmentalist, sabotaging high-lines and causing log jams. He got so he loved trees, a true tree-hugger. Among other things. He ended up being treated for venereal dry rot and after he died he was coated with spar varnish and used as a keel on a ferry in the Straits of Juan da Fucka. Never met him, just the family stories.