Sunday, April 27, 2014

WATER; that's it.

(Clean, Fresh) Water is one the most precious resources that exists on the face of the Earth, right up there with clean air. Without the two the global ecosystem is on the fast-track to a carcinogenic asthmatic doom. Do you see where this is going?
Merced River, Yosemite National Park
Water as a resource has been part of my existence since I can recall thought. Growing up in an arid region where irrigation farming (including and especially my own family's) is the way of life will do that to a person. The way water has been developed and handled in the west is incredible. 
Lone Pine in Owens Valley is the bubble
The obsessive, covetous way government agencies and private entities schemed and fought to establish projects (flood mitigation projects, irrigation projects...) in the last 100 years is staggering.  With little thought to the environmental degradation, and some instances total ecosystem annihilation, canyons were dammed, water was diverted, pumped, stolen and on and on. The basis on which Los Angeles exists, water-wise, is like a crime noir film thick with plotting, conniving, and subterfuge. The story of the project to divert water from Owens Valley to LA, a stunning 200 MILES away, is complete with a water war and left bitter old men as any war will, and a once arid but fertile agricultural valley with no access to the water critical to their existence. The water wars inspired parts of the film Chinatown. In case that first aqueduct  of the 1920's wasn't devastating enough, another was completed in the 1970's to pump more water out for LA. Two hundred miles away. 

Then there's the dust.
Dust storms over Owens Lake bed
 The terminus of the drained Owens River was once Owens Lake, not some guy's toilet in LA. But in the 1920's the lake went dry exposing an alkali flat full of clay, sand and minerals. Being an arid and windy region, the result since has been horrific dust storms. With some poking and prodding, it was decided that some of the river flow should be restored, yet in 2013 the flats of the lake bed were the largest single source of dust pollution in the US. There are publicly view-able dust cams... Not only that, but when the conditions are just right (shallow water in the bed and high temps) there are blooms of archeabacteria that turn the shallow lake a surreal bloody red.
Now Owen's Valley supports tourist towns for winter recreation, which in the most recent drought have been punched in the gut again, just for old time's sake. 

Garrison Dam construction
And that was ONE PROJECT. Granted a particularly nasty one, but it has nothing on the utter annihilation of the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation. After suffering the invasion of European settlers and constraint to a reservation, the Three Affiliated Tribes (Mandan, Hidatsa and Arikara) were ousted from their fertile river bottom land to make way for the insensitively named Lake Sakakawea created by the Garrison Dam on the Missouri River in North Dakota.
George Gillette, Chairman for the Berthold Indian Tribal Business
Council weeps as Secretary of Interior signs the revised contract.
 After apparently slighting the Army Corps of Engineers Director, Lewis Pick, the Tribes found themselves utterly screwed; the revised contract they ended up signing allowed them to fell the timer on the soon to be flooded river bottoms, but not remove the logs. Gave them some monetary compensation but disallowed the use of those funds for the hiring of any legal representation. The original contract, before Pick had his temper tantrum, was somewhat more equitable. And with that disgusting exploitation for a dam of questionable worth, the agencies moved on. 

That touches little the ecosystem degradation surrounding each project. What happens to all the sediment and coarse material that feeds downstream sites when there are multiple dams between the source material and mouth of the river? How are fish going to circumnavigate dams? How are salmon fry going to find their way downstream when they enter a slack reservoir miles in length and their instinct is to go with the flow to reach the estuary? How will plants, a slow evolving group, respond to the bizarre fluctuations in the water table? Where do the migrating water fowl go when the wetlands they once rested and fed in are inundated with dozens of feet of water?
All this I gleaned in the first 200 pages of Cadillac Desert by Mark Reisner originally published in 1986, I can't wait to see what the next 200 pages bring....



Then I decided to start watching documentaries about water. Although a little on the dramatic fear-mongering side the first I watched called Tapped took a look at bottled water consumption. The communities where the big bads like Pepsi and Coca-Cola come and pump out millions of gallons of water have little clout even as their lakes shrink and citizens's consumption is strictly regulated.
 And while the industry points out that they (the big bads) are pumping a fraction of a percent of the water used in the US, they don't explain that that fraction of a percent is drawn from relatively few communities who don't have the resources to stop the water theft (too strong a word?). And while the citizens fight to keep their water clean for themselves and their ecosystem, it slips through their fingers into the water tankers from big water bottling companies. That's without touching on the bogus labeling about "pure water", the health and ecosystems fallout from plastics plants necessary to bottle the tens of billions bottles of water consumed per year in the US alone, the fraction of those bottles that is actually recycled, and the number of bottles that ultimately end up on beaches or in mid-oceanic gyres

I am having an incensed Sunday. 

What is a watershed....?
The future of water rights and usage have been weighing heavily on my mind for a while.
Oeser Co. 
The weight has drastically increased since I started working with NSEA last fall. Its astounding how little people think about their water; where it comes from, how it gets (or doesn't get) treated, what lives in it (one little girl during a presentation last week halted us mid-way through our salmon talk to ask if salmon were real...), how pollution effects it... I'm not sure if its willful ignorance or blind and blissful ignorance, but I can say that being even vaguely aware of the issues is pretty depressing. On my pessimistic days I can only conclude that people don't give a damn, or are too worn down by all the shit that's wrong with the world. Where can you even start when there are SO MANY ISSUES to deal with?

This week I learned there is a superfund site in Bellingham. I have lived here for five years and knew nothing of it until I was doing some background research for a work party site. The creek we were working along was just below the wood treatment facility that polluted the area with creosote, PCPs, PAHs and dioxins. Its a nice little creek fed in part by springs, but also from runoff from the surrounding neighborhoods, compounding the pollutants from the wood treating company. Even with preliminary cleanup completed (contaminated soil removed from the site and replanting) I am dubious about the innocuous healthy-looking creek flowing along pretty as you please. In small wetland areas adjacent to the creek there was visible iridescent scum of oil and god knows what else.

Below is Locust Beach in Bellingham Bay. People skimboard here with delight when low tides expose a broad expanse of tidal flats. They have guts; there are enough broken beer bottles on that beach to build a small glass castle, and Bellingham Bay isn't exactly known for it's water quality...South of Locust is Squalicum Beach, where the aforementioned contaminated creek, Little Squalicum, enters the bay. Advisories have been posted there to the effect of 'don't touch the water' which isn't particularly encouraging.
Education is always the first step. My challenge to you today, this week, this month, is to educate someone on an issue close to your heart. Spread your knowledge!
Good Day.
Locust Beach at a mid-low tide, Bellingham

Monday, April 21, 2014

Country mouse goes to the City...

Last week we took a day trip to Seattle and met up with the Otter's family at Pike's Place Market. 
We got up and were on the road by 8:30, a stunning feat on a day off. Brandon drove while I snored; we parked at a bus terminal and made it downtown. For less than the parking in downtown Seattle we parked and avoided the wild traffic of a big city, by using the public transit system. Yehaw!
We arrived a little earlier than his folks, so we poked around for a while and took in the sites. At one point we were serenaded by a book-store owner who mostly communicated via song. 
It is the time for tulips here in Washington. It looks like someone found some early morels too! Once upon a time, my mother got one of these beautiful pepper strands, it was too gorgeous to touch for a while.



I could have just stared at the flower displays all day. The variety of tulips is astounding, they are just so magnificent!
I mean, look at them!




















You can't go without taking this shot!





















Our culminating adventure was to ride on this mammoth Ferris wheel. Apparently it is 175 ft high I'm not terribly afraid of heights, but being in a rocking little cage one hundred feet in the air takes some adjusting to!
The view of the sea and mountains was quite nice, thankfully it was a beautiful sunny day!




The city skyline, doesn't quite do it for me like it seems to for other people. But you can see the Space Needle!


Touristy pictures are required, annnd there aren't really that many photos of us together anyway.
And that was our adventure!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Its starts with 'S' and its here (finally)!

Sticky orange gold cottonwood bracts stick to shoes and the air is permeated by the bitter tang of the cottonwood's emerging vibrant foliage. A dozen bird species tweet, whistle, chirp, buzz and chatter filling the sun dappled woodlands with their courtship, territorial warnings and alarms. The forest floor is blanketed thickly with a fairy tale-like lush carpet of false lily-of-the-valley on the cusp of bloom. Here and there bleeding hearts are visited by the odd hummingbird. Today, I give you  pictures of spring.
Indian Plum and willow blossoms


Horsetail and bigleaf maple inflorescence emerging





















Point Whitehorn Marine Preserve, 54 acres of forest and lots of rocky beach
 The Olympics? What other mountains would you see looking west over the ocean?
 Adult male Rufous hummingbird
Lady fern, a nurse log hosting (among other things) more false lily of the valley






















 Two color morphs of bleeding hearts





Salmonberry beginning to bloom, and a gooseberry/currant of some kind!



Black twinberry, just opening up its tubtastic flowers
 Sword fern and new red alder leaves

Stonefly adult, docile as can be
 A couple ornamentals in the garden at work are getting their bloom on too!





In the parking lot at the preserve there was an enormous red flowering currant which drew numerous hummingbirds; there were three on it at once at one point. Happy Sunday!