900 Days : 1500 Miles
A Tale of Two Watersheds
The Starting Point
"Every journey starts with but a single step", said a very famous individual a very long time ago …
Following some "single step" false starts, I think I am ready to begin, and begin I shall …
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Remember: all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
~~ Morpheus explaining to Neo that the Matrix is an illusory world. ~~
No two of us experience existence identically. Sometimes it is rather astounding we can even come close to understanding each other … at all. Regarding my professional, and my avocational activities I expend an inordinate effort distinguishing Reality from reality. Consider the following truism:
(Blue Pill) reality : My vote for President matters … A Lot !
(Red Pill) Reality : My vote for President matters … Not At All !
Some people evince a bit of umbrage when I point out this obvious truth and will not speak with me for quite some time after. It is essential we each understand that the Real (Red Pill) universe exists regardless of our existence or lack thereof, while simultaneously the key to the real (Blue Pill) universe's existence is within each of us. It's a zen thing, you either grok it or you don't.
At the very least we need to distinguish Cold Harsh Reality from the If The World Was Fair reality in order to make decisions involving the "now what do I do?" questions. When I moved to Kearney, NE in 1979 I started networking within a few days. When I moved to Medford, OR recently I started networking within a few days. Networking, it's a thing I do … habitually. In both places I found very motivated activists versed in discerning the reality/Reality dichotomy as they plan and execute actions. But something is disturbingly different here/now compared to there/then.
The Bear Creek is a smaller (by a factor of about five) version of the Big Bend Reach of the Platte River. For four decades we (my wife, daughter, and I) have, on several occasions, visited this valley. As a tourist I had not really observed the Reality of this watershed. Superficially, it is a beautiful tributary to the Rogue River promising a vibrant cacophony of biological intrigue and intellectual stimulation. But under the surface, not all is well. In fact Bear Creek, today, is in worse condition than the Platte River was when I first arrived in Kearney, NE.
Within a week, of arriving in Kearney, I became a part of an active group of people dedicated to reversing years of abuse and neglect that were devastating the Platte River. Like an inspired choreographed dance or a well scripted drama we collectively and individually transformed the moribund town, and struggling college into a thriving small city, and vibrant university. Okay, a bit dramatic, but with a bit of truth imbedded.
I have been in Medford for about two years and I have yet to discern a clear plan of action to effectively deal with the systemic problems of this valley.
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.
Margaret Mead
Perhaps my experiences have distorted my perceptions. Or maybe, the general population of this part of Oregon are inured to the environmental devastation that is so painfully obvious. I am certain my past experiences have influenced my perceptions and I hope the second point is more an historical artifact. A few observations should be enough to suggest the origin of the differences.
Oregon utilities are privately owned. When I inquired about getting a copy of the most recent annual report at the offices of Rogue Disposal and Recycling the temperature in the room precipitously dropped toward absolute zero. As for Pacific Power and Light Company, their business in none of my business … Full Stop.
The situation is very different in Nebraska. Nebraska Public Power Districts are run by a board of directors. Not long before we left a few of the directors were replaced by better directors. The citizens of Kearney now have a publicly owned solar power station. As for waste disposal and recycling: Several years ago I was involved with killing a private company so as to stimulate the development of a city owned and operated financially sustainable recycling project.
These differences, I think, frame an important Platte River versus Bear Creek differentiation. My challenge is: Will I be able to work out a strategy in which I am able to participate in enhancing the environment of the Bear Creek Valley?
I will now construct a geopolitical description of the Platte's plight of 1970s to compare and contrast with that of the Bear Creek's plight today.
RIP

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OOooh boy. Oregon is my native state, and from what my parents
saw and related to us, plus what we learned about past history and experienced as adults, tells us that the veneer of 'liberal progressives' is indeed thin.
Historically, just snips of history from my childhood: my parents arrived on their honeymoon in 1947. There were Benson Bubblers, public drinking fountains throughout Portland. Labeled "whites only". And many businesses with similar signs. The population of black citizens was very small, and many men were veterans of the recent war; the same year, the KKK burned a cross on the lawn of the chapel belonging to the Sisters of the Holy Names of Jesus and Mary. It was a convent and girls' high school. The KKK was active as well as the Scottish Rite of the Masons. My dad was a dark-skinned Sicilian-Italian from NYC-Queens. He suffered discrimination most of his working career in Portland. The "N-word" was used. When I was around twelve, a neighbor down the street sponsored a young Southern Rhodesian couple so the man could learn from a local budding high tech company. The young woman and I would sit on our lawn and talk. I thought she was beautiful. After that we started getting middle of the night door bell rings and rocks thrown at our house. The man up the street married a Polynesian woman, and was harassed continuously. I later attended the Sisters' school for the first two years of high school.
As an adult I learned about the treatment in Oregon of Japanese people because I moved to Hood River where some of the worst behavior towards Japanese in the entire US occurred. The book 'Stubborn Twig' recounts the story of the Yasui family.
In addition is the rampant indiscriminate use of biocides. We lived on a feeder stream to the Hood River. That river was being 'restored' for Pacific Salmon. Many large and small creeks and streams feed the Hood River. Once they go through the Pear growing agricultural areas, they carry un-regulated extraordinary amounts of biocides, including nitrates, glyphosate (for weed killing in the tree rows), antibiotics for Fire Blight and numerous other chemicals including metals. So while we were reviving the main stem, the feeders were running chemical stews.
On certain days a view of the Hood River Valley from a hilltop would reveal tractor-pulled tankers of chemical sprays over the entire area. The jets would propel droplets twenty-two feet into the air. Yes they get picked up by the prevailing winds, and yes Glyphosate has been found in Antarctica. Those living closest to the Columbia River in town, were at the lowest point and lived in a constant chemical soup.
Many tried and failed (including orchardists) to get set backs for the schools from sprays. Often if the area is big enough the sprays are delivered by AgCats, a WWll plane. They literally flew tree-top and dropped their spray in multiple runs.
The wine industry which has gotten to be a big deal in Oregon uses much the same practices and chemicals. And most surprising to us, are the private timber companies:
The Atlantic
Here is a group started to fight the Triangle Lake contamination near Eugene:
Beyond Toxics
Oregon Health Authority Report
As a European resident, I cannot access the Eugene-Register Guard on articles about Triangle Lake and the Pitchfork Rebellion. Our experience was that every time we called in Oregon DEQ, the local farmers increased their spraying in our area, and over our creek. Several DEQ workers have been fired after reporting negative usages high sample rates, in some cases dumping. All it takes is a call from a local business to a rep in the state legislature, and the worker is gone.
The Triangle Lake Fight
Here is a study which came out after we left. We were regularly sprayed with Endosulfan, which is also found in Antarctica.
Orchard Sprays in Salmon streams near Hood River
A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Allegedly Greek, but more possibly fairly modern quote.
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Sounds like a big project.
After reading the other comment, it sounds like a really big project! Good for you!

"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11
So sorry PR for the downer post. I am hoping, that knowing a few
antecedents, you might have allies in your fight. The Pitchfork Rebellion went to court, lost and continued up the ladder. I'm not sure what court they ended with and whether they were winners or losers.
There are resources, underfunded, but dedicated, like the Oregon Watershed Councils:
Oregon Watersheds
I have a friend who works at least part-time for The Yamhill County Watershed Council. She is a Geography/GIS staff, who has gathered much legacy information and mapping attempts into one standardized ESRI set of data.
I'm sure if you have been at this for two years, you probably know more groups than I have mentioned. The The Yamhill Group is interesting as it is a combination of new thinking (wine and urban) and traditional ag and forest folks. They do seem to eventually create coalitions and win battles. They play the long game.
I wish you and your neighbors the best of luck. It is worth fighting for. Oregon is a truly wonderful and rich natural geography.
A few other items of interest in naturalizing:
"Feral" by George Monbiot - connects regeneration, wilding and good practices with politics.
"Wilding" by Isabella Tree - taking a West Sussex farm and returning it to a fertile, productive, natural earth and waterscape. Truly inspiring.
Keep us posted.
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Sorry for the downer post ...
It is nice to encounter someone that is familiar with my home state, and I appreciate you connecting some of the dots:
As I will describe in this series, I have met some of the Beyond Toxics activists in the Bear Creek Valley.
A few days after 02 Sept 1948 my mother brought me home to a little house in Linnton about a half mile north of the St. Johns Bridge. The Good Samaritan Hospital building in north Portland has long sense been replaced. Within six months our little family moved to downwind of the toxic nightmare known as the Umatilla Army Depot and down stream of the radiological nightmare known as the Hanford Atomic Works. It wasn't until I was twenty that I was able to escape the nightmare.
Most people don't believe me when I try to describe the life I lived. Maybe you will be able to help me paint a picture of what it was like here in the 1950s and 60s.
Oh, and by the way, if a certain conversation in the early 1970s had gone a different direction, I would have followed a different trajectory and have become a Swiss citizen. It's funny how life works.
RIP
Hi RIP, I will be glad to add what I can.
Being a SNOB (Society for Native Oregon Born) and always having a home in Oregon until we left for France in 2014, I have Oregon in my DNA. I was born in the old Saint Vincent's Hospital not far from your Good Sam in NW Portland. It's a condo site now.
I have no idea if my family was ever downwind from Hanford, living in Portland most of my life and later starting in 1994 in Hood River, it is surely possible. The amount of toxins we were exposed to post WWll is staggering.
Looking forward to your writing. My friend is caring for her elderly dad along with her husband and family in Oregon. If possible, I will try to pass on your writing to her as well. It can be long spells between talking or writing, but she is close to your issues. Her offices followed the occupation of the Malheur with intense interest, as did I. My ashes will be taken to Steens when all is said and done.
My abiding love for Oregon and what it can be will never leave me.
Thank you so much.
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Okay, that is seriously awesome
We need to create an official SNOB organization.
I hope to have the next installment of this series typed up in the next couple of weeks.
Have a good New Year,
RIP
Here ya go.....
Founder of SNOB Wiki
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Thanks for reading.
The real challenge is to work out which bits count as foundational in support of which other bits. I keep hoping people like feel comfortable contributing comments and corrections as this project unfolds.
RIP