Then, in the 1960's, disaster struck. Neither a hurricane, nor a catastrophic drought nor a tidal wave. No impossible fire, flood or disease. A road. A simple road was carved out of the chalky limestone surface of Great Abaco. A road running from one end of the island to the other so that Owens-Illinois could harvest the remaining forests for pulpwood.

The shelter of the pines was shattered.

Suddenly humans had access to miles and miles of long-abandoned but still passable logging roads from earlier operations.