Reposted from the NoTricksZone
By P Gosselin on 18. May 2022
The German state of Hesse has one of Europe’s largest contiguous and undisturbed forest areas: the Reinhardswald, also known as the “treasure house of European forests” or “Grimm’s fairytale forest”.
The legal fight to rescue the treasured forest from windpark industrialization has begun.
Though the mass environmental crime has already begun, conservationists are beginning to mobilize in earnest. Image: Rettetdenreihandswwald.de.
20,000,000 square meters to be deforested
Tragically, green energy zealots have managed to gain approval for the construction of wind turbines on 7 so-called priority areas with a total of about 2000 hectares (= 20 million m²) in the thousand-year-old Reinhardswald.
The first 18 turbines have recently been approved, see map here. But approved is not built. Several lawsuits have since been filed. Plans are already underway on other areas in the Reinhardswald: 10 turbines are to be built on the KS26 location, 9 more on KS14.
More than 50 gigantic wind turbines planned
And that would be only the beginning: Three areas are available beyond that. In total, 50 or more of these gigantic wind turbines could be built in the Reinhardswald.
The rescue begins
Fortunately, the greed and enviro-criminal behavior is finally being met with stiff resistance from German conservationists. The battle to save the famous forest will be a long one. Finally there’s been a bit of good news.
COURT STOPS WIND INDUSTRY IN REINHARDSWALD
The construction of the largest wind industrial area in Hesse in the heart of the 1000-year-old Reinhardswald has been stopped by the courts (for the time being). Lack of species protection precautions is only one of many conflict issues that make this insane project including 14 km of road construction impossible
The excavators were already set to go, but your commitment and donations have paid off! The construction of the huge wind industry area in one of the last, undisturbed forest areas in Germany has been stopped by a court ruling. The clearing of the forest areas, i.e. the forcible removal of tree roots from the sensitive ecosystem of the forest floor, has been halted for the time being.
All in all, the killing of the strictly protected dormouse in the 1000-year-old forest is only one of numerous problems because of which several environmental associations and communities have filed a complaint with the Administrative Court in Kassel.
In addition, there are numerous other violations of the permit conditions, e.g. the failure to comply with the requirements for amphibian protection. With our own eyes, we documented, among other things, huge rainwater-filled channels in the vicinity of the construction areas, which were populated with more than 40 amphibians (strictly protected Alpine newts, threadfin newts) and reported them to the Kassel Regional Council. Only a few days later we found these biotopes driven through and filled up (see photos). There is no trace of the newts….
Donations to support the lawsuit: https://bit.ly/rdrfbspenden
The wind industry area in the Reinhardswald must be stopped! Hesse’s largest, (still) intact forest needs your help.
Build those wind mills folks. To not do so would be the height of hypocrisy. You need energy folks not trees.
How about not shutting down their nuclear power plants? And bringing back online those already shut. They can have energy without destroying their last remaining forests.
Restart that nuclear plant and build some more the wind mills are a disaster
Coal and gas fired might be order too CO2 makes the trees and crops grow better
Terry, if your last sentence read “You need clean energy folks not trees”, then all Greenies would
zealously goosestep for “The Cause über Alles” regardless of the price we must pay! 😉
You need to put the /sarc tag on those comments
The genius of cutting down Nature’s way of reducing the dreaded Co2 to try and reduce Co2. We had to burn down the village in order to save it…
Nature’s way of sequestering CO2 is FOR FREE
Why not plant more trees?
Nature will grow these trees FOR FREE as well
Wind farming has become the new speculative venture. This is what has been happening in Western Australia
Basically different small companies are trying to drum up planning approval for a 300Km section of coastline that is close to where power is needed. They are too small to do the project but are then going to try and sell those approvals to larger green companies and fund managers … the old dump it and run scam.
I probably don’t have to tell you what the locals all think of these eyesores and junk in there beautiful seascape and every project has ran into a huge backlash and objections.
It will be hilarious to watch in 15 or so years when all these off-shore wind farms reach the end of their very short life. ! 🙂
Even the Green crowd in Australia wouldn’t be insane enough to remove large sections of the GBR to put offshore wind farms on, would they?
wouldn’t be insane enough to remove large sections of the GBR
I wouldn’t count on that
I propose a solution. They should cut down the forest for lumber to build the windmills with.
That way the forest never really leaves the site, jobs get created, and we get the windmills too. Someone will probably point out that you can’t build a windmill that big out of wood. Double bonus. A windmill that doesn’t function doesn’t chop up birds, create infrasound, or dump intermittant power onto a grid that cannot function with large amounts of intermittant power.
Ha! Back in the 80’s the US Army would be charged for destroying a tree on the largest US maneuver area and range in Germany at Graphenwoher. The Germans would really get upset about it,
I do remember that!! there was always a damage control officer along to deal with the farmers
I remember the first Reforger Exercise in Germany after the M1 Abrams tank was introduced into service. The Germans were used to the M60 Patton. The head lights on the M60 were located at the outside edge of the fenders. The headlights on the M-1 were located inside the fenders.
Driving at night approaching a column of tanks the Germans used the headlights as a reference for clearance on those narrow German roads. They were also used to being able to tail gate the M60 tanks.
There were accidents with German drivers running into the tracks of the of the M1s and a number of them found that tailgating the rearward exhaust of the M1 gas turbine engine blistered the paint and crystalized the windshields of their cars. The carnage that first year was significant.
Ditto for destroyed rubber trees, dead water buffalo, damaged rice paddy dikes, and Buddhist burial sites from B52 Arch Lights in Third Corp in the ’60s Year Of The Monkey.
They even kept their forests neat & orderly- Es müß Ordnung sein!
Yep! Those were the tree farms growing pine. Not a lot of old growth in Germany and there was some at Graphenwoher and Hohenfelds. And the Germans were serious about protecting it.
I personally did not like much of Germany once I got out of Bavaria, which I Loved.
“Those were the tree farms growing pine”
I dropped Airborne troops from the 173rd Airborne Brigade from Vicenza, Italy, that
we picked up at Aviano, Italy, in early Nov ’83. The drop zone was a perfect rectangle
cut out of a larger pine tree farm ( at least several square miles in area) & was
located 14-15 nm from the Czech border, E of the Regensberg/Nuremberg area.
There was a 4000′ tar runway perpendicular & next to the SE corner of the DZ where
we landed after the drop before going to Rhein-Main @ Frankfurt. We stayed N of the
Danube & the area wasn’t too hilly. I’m guessing it may have been a part of an official
forest park or military reservation. I’ve never been able to find it on GoogleMaps. Any
I couldn’t fly any closer than 10nm of the Czech border cuz if I did, I would have
gotten a special “meet-&-greet” session with every general in Europe wanting to
know why I was so incompetent- probably something like this:
Yea, the 173rd was at Camp Darby for much of the cold war.
The first time I set in foot in Germany was a jump and I landed in one of those cultivated forests. It was a small DZ near Bad Tolz. We flew over to jump 3 C-141Bs that were doing a CARP exercise flying out of Pease AFB. There were just two to three jumpers per aircraft because it was just my 12 man team jumping and one had to stay in the aircraft to pull in and collect the D-bags.
The CARP calculated release point was about 2 miles off and we came around to the real DZ for a Jumpmaster release. That DZ was narrow and with a road with power lines running down on side and cultivated forest running down the other. The winds being marginal. Not a one of us landed on the DZ. All went into the woods.
When a jumper is coming down into trees they don’t release their rucksack and ride it in. Jumping an MC1-1B I had some steering capability and aimed for a pile of left over snow in the space between two rows of trees and hit it. That snow was hard, my feet and lower legs penetrated and my ruck frame stopped me dead bending me over my reserve parachute. Knocked the wind out of me. That was my introduction to Germany.
Wilkommen zu Deutschland! One thing I’m proud of is that I NEVER
dropped anybody in the trees! I’m certain some of that was luck, too!
As part of navigator training, they put us in a para-sail & we were pulled
by a1000′ rope attached to a truck to get us up to ~ 500′. The first time
they kept the rope attached so the landing was easier. The next two
times were a bit dicier when they let the rope loose as we probably had
8-10 mph surface winds. One guy was a bit loopy after doing a nose-
toes landing, despite having a helmet on!
The other option to meet the parachute requirement was to live in
HELL going through the full training course @ Ft Benning where I
got to drop trainees- NO THANKS!
On a big exercise out near China Lake, CA, >100 jumpers out of ~1200
were injured with surface winds @ 13k. They were mostly back & leg
injuries. You jumpers definitely earned your jump pay. AIRBORNE!
Now here is a war story for you.
When I enlisted to go Special Forces I first went to Ft. Jackson for Basic training. Then I went to Ft. Sam Houston for regular Army AIT to the 91B combat medic course. From there the next step was Jump School at Ft. Benning, GA. The next step after Jump School would be Ft. Bragg to start the Special Forces Qualification Course.
Coming out of AIT a few of us at the top of the class were promoted to Private E2 but I had not had a chance to get the single stripe (mosquito wings) sewn on my uniforms yet and was using the black pin on rank. Now pin on rank is a pain in a butt and if you don’t have it pinned on in the exactly right place it was sure to cause me to do pushups at Jump School.
So arrived at Columbus, GA a day before I was to report for Jump School to find a tailor to sew on my mosquito wings. I was successful and my uniforms were all done as I waited.
I had no intention of reporting early so I found a motel in Columbus to spend the night in. It turned out the motel I went to had been the place where the cast of the John Wayne movie The Green Berets had stayed while filming at Ft. Benning. They had pictures of the various cast members all over the place. And here I was trying to become an SF soldier.
The next morning I reported. Shortly after getting my bunk and locker set up a messenger from the Company HQ came up and told me I was to report to the Training Battalion SGM (Sergeant Major).
I had no idea what the hell was going on. Trainees don’t see the Bn SGM unless they are in trouble or perhaps if there is bad news having to do with family back home.
Now I was to be a 2nd generation paratrooper. When I was two years old my Dad was in the 101st Abn. Division. He was a draftee but volunteered to go Airborne because it would get him to Ft. Campbell, KY which was a lot closer to home than where he probably would have been sent otherwise. Also the $50.00 a month jump pay was nothing to sneeze at back then.
He had arrived at Ft. Campbell and reported in for Jump School there. He told the 1st SGT that he had to move his family and the 1st SGT assuming that he meant a local move said OK. Well what Dad did was drive all the way up to Elwood, IN to get Mother and I and put us in an apartment just off post. Obviously he was gone far longer than the 1st SGT had intended and was AWOL.
While he was gone a young trainee set up his locker and bunk for him and tried to cover for him. That young man was Art Hill and with that action he and Dad became fast friends and remained so for life. Art would babysit me when Mom & Dad would go out.
So 22 years later there I was reporting to Battalion HQ, They pointed me to door of the SGMs office, and I knocked, and entered when told “ENTER”. There the SGM was at his desk with his back to me pouring a cup of coffee and I at parade rest. He turned around and it was Art Hill!
He had me close the door and sit down and we talked. Told me not to let anyone know that I knew him because if they found out I would get special attention of the kind I would not like. Told me that if I liked, on the weekends I could come to his home to stay. And that is what I did.
Of course towards the end of the 2nd week, called “Tower Week”, the Airborne Instructors we called “Black Hats” found out and one morning I was gigged for supposedly not doing the pull ups correctly and went to the gig pit. The gig pit was a covered area with a sawdust floor where PT is done. I did grass drills and push ups and sit ups and flutter kicks to no end. I was the last one out of the gig pit.
It was August and hot. Hot enough that each PT (Physical Training) area had one of those galvanized elongated tubs one sees sometimes being used as a watering trough for horses or cattle that was fill with ice water to submerge a heat casualty in.
By this time I didn’t give a damn. I would die before they got me to quit. I never ended up in one of those troughs either. That attitude is what got me through the SFQC. I would die before I would fail and that was all there was to it.
On Jump week Art came out and put me to the front of the stick and I went out the door for my first military jump behind Art.
On the fifth and final jump one runs off the DZ, gets into formation and has their wings pinned on them. Dad and Mom were there and Dad pinned HIS silver wings upon my chest. They are the solid sterling silver wings and not the cheap crap they issue now.
As for jumping? I loved it and became a Jumpmaster and went through the training to be Rough Terrain Qualified.
The simple fact is you strap on 35 lbs of parachute, weapon, LBE, and an 80 lb. rucksack so you have a total of 160 lbs on your body and then your stuffed in a C-130 flying nap of the earth with guys around you puking.
So now all of you that ever wondered why a perfectly sane person would want to jump out of perfectly good airplane have your answer. And that’s with nobody shooting at you!
Thanks for giving me the answer to that eternally burning question: “why
a perfectly sane person would want to jump out of perfectly good
airplane”! You were tough SOBs & always earned my respect. That’s
one heck of a story! In the hot months @ Ft Bragg, we had C-130Hs
which had great AC which got turned on as soon as we got two engines
started. There would still be that distinct “puke” smell that rose above
the always present sweaty smell while we flew low-level to one of the
four big sand boxes. That they used low-belly cattle trailers vs.
buses was the tell that the Army treated you like animals!
What really impressed me was when we were @ Ft Benning & the office
sergeants had the shiniest boots, ones you could use for shaving. I
couldn’t shine shoes to save my life! That’s why I got a pair of patent
leather shoes at my first opportunity!
I was special ops qualified so I got to work with Rangers, Seals, &
Search & Rescue PJs. On a water drop SE of Camp Lejeune, the
rubber raiding craft got released early so the trainees had to swim an
extra mile to get to it. The training leader was actually glad they had
to deal with a hitch in their plans. Sadists, the lot of them!
One of my last flights was some high altitude HALO/HAHO drops @
Yuma working with Seals. They did a 5-man team HAHO drop from 25k’
& all 5 teams were in the air when we did the last drop! It was cool
especially since there were aircraft N of us on the airway between LA &
Again, thanks for your service. BTW, us flyers were up b4 midnight so
you could be all you could be by 9AM! (IIRC, that was filmed @ Sicily
Rumor had it that they frisked for weapons @ “Fayette-Nam” bars-
if you didn’t have one, they’d give you one! 😮
BTW, nothing to a mirror spit shine. Just lots of elbow grease, the right rag or cotton balls, both black and clear Kiwi, some cold water, and more elbow grease. My last pair of Jump boots are in my closet and you could shave looking into them. Some things remain even if they really are not a part of you life anymore, they remain a part of you. But that was the thing. SF wasn’t just serving in a unit. It was an all consuming way of life.
And with that one more comment. My wife of 38 years was with me through most of it. She is the one that is tough a nails. Raising two kids while I was gone 8 months or so of every year. Counseling the younger wives that were having troubles. Putting up with the O’dark 30 alert phone calls where we packed up and two hours later were flying off to God knows where. Keeping it all together. She was every bit as proud as I was.
Thank God my ability to navigate wasn’t contingent on my ability to shine
shoes or march in parades. I’d have been lost all the time. Those were
not my skills!!!
Rangers were tough as dobermans & SFs were tough as dobermans on
steroids. I guess I’ll have to add Ranger & SF wives to the last group!
God bless them!
BTW I always love the smell when he hot loaded a C-130.. The smell, the fog from the AC blowing in the hot moist air of the cargo bay. Here we go! It caused a pavlov type response in me.
As for the particular stand of woods and DZ your trying to locate. I can’t help you. I do know though that a fair portion of the old growth they had in W. Germany was along the Iron Curtain. We would go screw with the E German border guards at times at the Fulda gap.
We would come in at night and build hide sites to observe them. After a few days of that, as we were preparing to leave we would expose ourselves to let them know we were there. Once we walked out into a field a mooned them.
Thanks for your service. I knew two guys stationed in the Fulda Gap
who were in missile batteries & said if the balloon had gone up, their
half-life was 30 seconds, 1 minute tops. You probably have a set of
these on your mantel!
No need to thank me. I Loved it and it gave back every bit as much as I put into it. If the balloon went up I would not have been on the front. I would have been about 500 miles behind it near the Polish/Russian border. That is if they got us there without getting shot down. Upon completion of the missions, nobody was coming to get us. Unassisted E&E was the way we would get out. If we got out.
“That is if they got us there without getting shot down.”
After having been in two Red Flags, cargo planes have no business
being within 20 miles of our side of the front as it would’ve been a
“turkey shoot”. The Army preferred to drive it in, then truck it in, then
airland & lastly, airdrop. Even special forces would’ve been very limited
due to ground radar from below & doppler radar from above. The Hind
helicopter was a threat even to fighters. Flying there would’ve been
Night and as low and fast as the Black Bird would go was the plan. I have no doubt that your probably right. ECM can only do so much.
Oh yea! Sicily DZ, the biggest of the sand boxes. I only jumped it once and that was a voluntary Saturday fun jump from a Huey while was waiting between courses.
No DZ I ever jumped any other time was anything like that huge Sicily sandbox!
I guess I was lucky. Lots of night jumps. Italian, German, and Belgium “Balloon” wings. You can hear the rubberbands in which the shroud lines are stowed breaking when you jump a balloon.
My first jump as an SF soldier on a team was at about 01:00 jumping full combat equipment and skies off the ramp of the C-123 onto a snow cover frozen Turner DZ at Ft. Devens, MA.
I came down between the steel posts of a German grape vineyard. I came down in an Italian pig farm. Attending German jump school I had two partial malfunctions, neither one of which required deployment of the reserve. I landed in trees several times.
I only got hurt on my 100th jump when I landed on the end of the runway at Wright Patterson AFB. I hit so hard my hip flattened my coveted aluminum Italian canteen. My right elbow hit so hard the joint capsule of the right elbow was exposed by evisceration.
That was the only time I got hurt.
I did drop some Green Berets in S Puerto Rico @ 2am into the pitch
darkness only to find out that it was a cow pasture. Cows would give me
the “sniff over” ~4am when I camped in the pasture. It’s hard enough to
avoid cow pies in the daylight walking to school!
We were both adrenaline junkies looking for our next high. For me, I got
to do the fun stuff as there was too much paper pushing & bureaucratic
BeeEss ahead. The Green Berets had been on the road for 3 months &
the 1Lt wanted to get home to chase Mama around the house for awhile.
That was the downside for those who got married & lived out of a bag
while on the road. You were a brat & know that only too well!
Just leaf it alone!
Environmentalists battling climate alarmists. How delightful. Both sides clinging to their strange theology founded in myth. Environmentalists never accept the fact that trees are a renewable resource. Climate alarmists never accept that fact that wind and solar power can’t replace reliable (fossil fuel, nuclear, hydro) base load power. The battle of the zealots; both sides consumed with the unassailable righteousness of their cause. Highly entertaining.
Government subsidies turned wind farming into a business. Its really profiteers against tree huggers. Has been intentionally deflected from being a CO2 issue…..
Yes, its delicious! Exceeded only by the ongoing war between radical feminists and trans activists. Watching the left eat itself is the best show in town – well, it would be, except for the collateral damage to the rest of us.
Normally, I don’t pay much attention to Greenies as they’re usually too extreme to make any sense.
This is one time they do make sense. The Reinhardswald is in an area of tree covered hills with
towns & farms in the river valleys below. Can you imagine having to live in that area & be forced to
look at UNNECESSARY UGLY WIND GENERATOR MONSTROSITIES covering beautiful hilltops
like in the picture below? I’d get ticked off too if someone were imposing their stupidity in my
What’s not to love?
from the article, “20,000,000 square meters to be deforested”
remember when we were being told by the tree huggers to stop deforestation of the rain forests?
Put down the matches Griff.
Just a minor point that I have wondered about when previous stories about this place came by,
How come the forest is “1,000 years old”
For a forest, a proper forest, that is nothing. It’s just a baby
What was there before?
Who planted it and why?
At this point it dawned: Peta, do a search
It’s named after somebody: called Reinhard surprisingly enough – bit of a Johnny Appleseed.
(Conflict of interest declaration, I do this with Horse Chestnut Seeds. AKA Conkers. The carpark near my fave coffee shop has 6 or 7 major conker trees and I try to harvest as many as I can before they get mashed by the car park traffic.
Then, on my way home, I chuck them out the car window into the roadside grass and ‘hedge with gaps’ esp near home where they left acres of fenced-off derelict ground planted with Birch. Many of the birch died because of poor quality sub-soil with stones & gravel and, dry weather. (Birch need LOTS of water) Hopefully my conkers will fill some gaps
Reinhard’s Story, 2 versions and <spoiler alert> not 1,000 years old.
Version 1: Count Reinhard was a gambler and drinker. One night he was playing with the Bishop of Paderborn. After he had lost all his money, he wagered all his property on a game. He begged for grace and the bishop promised him a harvest wherever he sowed acorns. This popular version is also performed by a theatre group.
Version 2: Count Reinhard ruled the mighty forest, densely occupied by villages, but was sentenced to death for extortion and robbery. At his urgent entreaty he was allowed once more before his execution to cultivate the pastures and harvest them. But craftily, after destroying the villages, he sowed the farmers’ fields with acorns, which ripened long after he was dead. Thus the Reinhardswald was born.
Some people just can’t see the forest through the Greed.