If I could support the lifestyle of which I have become accustomed by ripping through cedar on hillsides in a cool tractor like machine with super duper shears on the front, I would quit my job tomorrow and start doing just that immediately.

Or drive this tractor with a giant grabber on front to bring it all over to the shredder guys.

And then you get to shred it all and blow it across the ground to eventually turn into dirt.

With the cedar around it removed, an oak at the summit is free to breathe and grow.