Trash Bashing starts at Home

February 4th, 2011

Winter trash pile

A load to remove from Mosenthein Island.

BMA has a special event trip each month called an eco-trip.  We go trash bashing by canoe.  That is, we take groups out on the Mississippi and Missouri River, often to Mosenthein Island or Duck Island and do cleanups.  We haul tires, barrels, refrigerators and an unbelievable amount of plastic, aluminum and glass from the interior to the banks of the islands.  Then we load what is safe and manageable into the Clipper and take it across to the main land for removal to recycle centers or landfills.  Often BMA staffers have to return several times after the official trip to collect all that we gathered.  Sometimes we get help, from our friends with big horse plate boats.  We partner with Missouri River Relief, the New City River Kids, and many other organizations and individuals whose mission is to educate about and eradicate river trash.

river kids trash pileInvariably, the people who join us on these eco-trip adventures return home with a great awareness of how our system of waste management fails to meet the demand, and more importantly, how it is a personal responsibility issue.

What does the average American produce in “garbage” on a daily basis?

It is 4.4 pounds per day or 1500 pounds per year.  We lead the planet.  Not so startling, but when you look at the details, you have to be appalled.  Here is a list of facts.  Our conclusion.  Our methods of packaging all consumable things is grossly at fault.  One of the biggest issues is the plastic bags that we carry our goods in.

Every year, Americans use approximately 1 billion shopping bags, creating 300,000 tons of landfill waste.  (Clean Air Council. (2009, May). Why Plastic Bag Fees Work.)

Our comrade at Missouri River Relief, Melanie Cheney, has brought this to the attention of our social network, i.e Facebook friends and fans, with a series of postings about the attempts to reduce and in some cases make illegal the use of plastic bags.  The West Coast seems to be leading the movement, but with minimal success.  State laws to make illegal or put a surcharge on plastic bags have yet to come close to passage.  One place, however, that has had a nation wide awakening and backed it up with legislation, a tax, and amazing success is Ireland.

Rather than avoid a nuevo Tea Party style uprising and embarrassing commentary by cable, bloggers and radio folks, the Irish government decided that a tax was the answer.  A large scale advertising awareness campaign delivered the message. In 2002 Ireland passed a plastic bag tax that amounts currently to about 30 US cents per bag.  It was applied at the register if you asked to use plastic. Go Irish!

Within weeks, there was a 94 percent drop in plastic bag use. Within a year, nearly everyone bought reusable cloth bags, which they now keep in the office and the back of their cars. Plastic bags became socially unacceptable – on par with wearing a fur coat or not cleaning up after your dog.

Since Americans all can’t be Irish even if we wanted to, I suggest a simple exercise to see if you can do it without being taxed.

BMA Trash at home

Don’t throw out your plastic bags for one month.  Record how many you collect each week.  Collect them all, the ones under the car seat, in the garage, kitchen, whenever you receive one with your purchases, keep it.  See if by week 4, you have started to consider a change. Maybe  by simply counting them weekly, you begin to reduce the use.

We did this at Big Muddy Adventures and are changing our ways.  In fact, we collected ALL the garbage we produced here for one month, kept it in a bunch of big plastic bags, then separated it all on a tarp on the driveway.  Whew!  A month of garbage is tough on the senses.

When we had it all separated and ready to go to the recycle, land fill or compost, we proudly realized that we are better than the average American in this regard, but those plastic bags can be eradicated around here.

Cold Water Heros

February 4th, 2011

On our way out for a happy hour of winter paddling and a stop on Mosenthein Island to watch the eagles come in to roost, we spotted the most unusual species of the river, whitewater kayakers coming in from a session in the Chain of Rocks.  Wow!  We see very few paddlers below the Chain in any season, but in the dead of winter, never.”  Larry and his band of three merry river rats landed at the muddy, muddy bank of North Riverfront Park and walked up to the lot.  We had a few moments to hear the tales of icy rolls and excellent standing wave surfing.  Of course our paddling crew was a little confused at my exuberance for the exploits of courageous and talented river runners.  I had to reassure them that our trip would be dry and safe.  It was.  And the eagles, as always, were not disappointing.

Big Muddy Mike and Larry discussing winter whitewater adventure.

Squirrel

February 3rd, 2011

With a few dozen American Bald Eagles hovering about, we watched in amazement as the biggest squirrel I have yet seen sat atop a willow on Maple Island.  He seemed oblivious to the danger of a hungry and swooping eagle.  To our naked eye, this squirrel appeared red, however we are not aware of any species of red squirrel being in these parts.  Not sure but maybe it is an eastern fox squirrel that has been on a super size me diet.  Could the type of nuts, berries, tree sap and other such parts of its diet affect its fur color?  One thing is for sure.  No matter what species this squirrel is, its courage far surpasses its instincts.

Chaotic or Predictable?

December 8th, 2009

How does a River Run? Interesting questions to ponder as I find myself reading, watching and listening to various experts discuss the matters of flooding, meandering, wetlands restoration and general river ecology. Leave it to researchers in Berkeley, CA via NPR Science Friday’s video podcast to offer a simply scientific explanation of the predictability of a river’s course.

Recipe for a River

The Blueway

October 8th, 2009

Dyersburg_ladder_landing
As part of our mission to provide access to the Mississippi River and its tributaries, we headed down to Dyersburg, TN on Saturday, September 26, to provide canoes, outfitting and livery for the first “Dyersburg Fall Festival Canoe Trip” event. Upon arrival, we were pleasantly surprised by the turnout of 35 people at the Forked Deer River put-in about 9 miles above downtown Dyersburg. We unloaded the full contingent of eight canoes we brought and the related gear.

Within an hour, seven were rented and outfitted and the flotilla of paddlers set off in the meandering flow. We met the group a few hours later in downtown Dyersburg and enjoyed the challenge of a true river rat landing. I spent a few hours helping folks land and climb up an ingenious ladder to the top of the bank, then with assistance from Dyersburg’s finest, the firemen, we hauled each boat up to the high ground. Watch a video of this great event.

Dyersburg has become the headwaters of a proposed “Blueway” which connects this old Northwest Tennessee community to the river metropolis- Memphis, TN- as part of a water trail and development area. Under the direction of the lovely and talented Diana Threadgill, the Mississippi River Corridor has become a very effective and exciting agency helping to develop awareness and access to the greatness of the Great Rivers. Diana not only makes it happen in the office, the board room and the community, she is a very fine paddler too. Steve Guttery, Director of Downtown Development for Dyersburg Chamber of Commerce, is another excellent advocate for river recreation and conservation. Steve and his colleagues have turned the realization that Dyersburg exists because of the Forked Deer River into a blossoming development strategy. One example is the transformation of an old lumber yard into a park including a masterfully rehabbed lumber storage structure now the home of the local farmer’s market and civic events. All in all, I’d say Dyersburg TN is a river city that gets it.

Blue Hole Heaven

September 25th, 2009
"Paradise is so close."  Tom Aures, river chef, Berlin Germany

Found a rare species … In fact, saw many of them grouped together amidst a vast sandbar usually known as Mosenthein Chute.

The rare species is known as a “Blue Hole.” Or at least that’s what the river rats call it. It is not a mammal, bird, reptile, amphibian or otherwise “living” thing. Rather, it is a phenomenon of river hydrology, climate and weather, and the effects of man made, crudely engineered dikes of stone. We discovered their existence six years ago and have returned in the late Summer and Early Fall since.

A Blue Hole?

Tucked right against the dike lay three pristine pools of Mississippi River Water, surrounded by high sand hills, little oases created for the best swimming on the river. These pools are the result of a channel of river traveling beneath the sand and then flowing back to the top like a spring, with the benefit of being filtered clean by sand. Each pool fills out approximately 15 meters in diameter, deep with layered temperatures to 20 feet bottom. They are oblong shape, one in a heart shape, au natural and exquisite.

"Supa Supper".  Hungarian Goulash, authentic, delicious and prepared by a native.
All of this is the result of seasonally low water, approximately 3 ft gauge height at St. Louis. It creates a highly contoured sand island attached to Mosenthein. A perfect place for a dinner camp, eagle watching, pelican viewing and a symphony of forest, river and sand bar sounds.

“Goin’ Old Timey”

September 4th, 2009
"Where is Angela's Arkansas?" "No, not Arkansas, sir.  Angela's Ark, it's a flat boat, like the "Ark of the Convent'."

Our good friends of Angela’s Ark are set to depart on a historic voyage to Memphis. They are prepared to go “old timey”, which means on a flat boat, authentic and river worthy. The history of this boat is a rival to the history of this voyage. Angela’s Ark was commissioned for Mount St. Joseph Ursuiline Nuns, good teachers and early pioneers of faith and good works to the Ohio and Mississippi River Valleys. Their purpose was to celebrate their anniversary of coming down the Ohio. John Cooper built it for them, and now is present to witness its second great journey. Which leads to the second bit of history involved.

Captain Lewis at St. Charles reviewing the field.

Captain Lewis at St. Charles reviewing the field.

It is also about an anniversary. This being the 200th anniversary of the river trip, horse journey and death of Captain Meriwether Lewis on these dates in 1809. For that story, you may be interested in the intrigue preceding it, or perhaps you assume as has been written, “it was just a suicide”. A better way to decide than wikipedia is to actually study it intensely then retrace the steps chronologically and as only a river trip, and a horse trip will allow you. For that story, you should check back on Angela’s Ark.

The most dangerous thing on the river is a boat with a motor.  Unless that motor is six strong oars, six strong rowers and good tiller.  Angela's Ark deck with oars.

The most dangerous thing on the river is a boat with a motor. Unless that motor is six strong oars, six strong rowers and good tiller. Angela's Ark deck with oars.

So how does Big Muddy Mike get involved. Well, that’s a bit of “Then and Now” and now I had the good fortune to be able to work on the motor for Angela’s Ark. It is part of the “old timey” associated with this story. The motor is nothing more than eight wooden oars, each with a history of its own. BMA set up a portable canoe shop at Piasa Creek and went to work, sanding, glueing, glassing and spar varnishing to bring the oars back to “ship shape”. The work was completed in a nick of river time and they are now being river tested.
The "Banana Boat", cottonwood dugout, and Angela's Ark oars have been restored via the "portable canoe shop."

The last bit of the “Old Timey” is the crew. The crew won’t appreciate that so I must explain the joke. They are the First Squad. The stunt doubles to the reenactors guild of Lewis and Clark and many other rendezvous events. They range in age from 18-80, and the eighty year old is fitter and stronger than the youngest of the usual reenactor crowd. Most are more comfortable in sheep skin, elk skin, hemp cloth or the woolens of the 18th and early 19th century military issue than they are in even Levis or Wranglers. They are likely to raid a food pantry, but then use the loot to cook and feed forty homeless river rats while entertaining a hundred more with stories. They help nuns on to flat boats, raise Native sons in the air and give them thrills and joy all the while cursing loudly at ‘neer-do-wells’, which is often each other Most of all, and most appreciated, they have done the rivers, the mountains and the trails, in the “old timey” way, by paddle and saddle and blisters and sweat, and they are ready again. Bon Voyage! See you on the river.

Xtreme River Time?

August 26th, 2009

Sometimes river time, the way we love it, is not what others are looking for. There are some folks who are not interested in a peaceful and soulful experience. No, for some, it is excitement and adventure that they crave. For that, the Chain of Rocks is where we go. It is just the place to amp up the adrenaline flow and put our skills to the highest test. It is probably the most troublesome, dangerous place on the Mississippi River for paddlers, especially at a low water stage.

Planet X dudes and Big Muddy Mike in the Chain of Rocks cauldron. Photo by John Torigan

Planet X dudes and Big Muddy Mike in the Chain of Rocks cauldron. Photo by John Torigan

Yesterday, we had the opportunity to provide the daring and exciting version of river time for a group of elite, world record holding Planet X athletes. Dave, Dan Mahoney, Ryan and their Planet X film crew, led by Brian Simpson, are pogo stick crazy. Dan jumps a world record nine feet in the air over things on his air compression pogo stick. Dave can flip his around mid-air, much like a skateboard dude or a bmx dude, and bounce or jump or stick again and again without a drop or tumble. His amazing acrobatic moves are cool. No, these are not athletes you would see on ESPN Sportscenter, but they are great athletes nonetheless. And their courage and daring are off the charts. They called Monday night, requested for a Tuesday trip, and we went for it.

At twenty four feet long, the Clipper was our choice of canoe to take the whole crew over the Chain of Rocks, filming in HD all the while. I explained how difficult our attempt would be. It excited them even more. I explained how we needed to provide for our safety in very meticulous and pro-active ways. They understood that well and helped set up a second canoe on the sandbar below the Chain as a safety boat.

At seven feet gauge height in St. Louis, the Chain of Rocks is a thundering obstacle course created by the mass of Mississippi River water (200,000 cfs, yesterday) flowing to a precipitous point, a ledge stretching the entire width of the river with massive boulders, rocks and assorted river detritus (refrigerators, car parts, anything that has come from flooded zones far away) layered through the entire river channel. The entire river is rushing, falling and tumbling in a labyrinth of boiling, churning and standing waves, with a washer machine hydraulic effect mashing and mixing the water. There have been deaths here.

From upstream at water level, you can’t see any of the possible lines of water to run. There are only a couple. River right is our preference for a more simple and less tumultuous run over the Chain. River left is for pro’s only. We scouted and filmed the Chain from a few vantage points, trying to decide where to paddle. Of course, the Planet X choice was the “rad” one, river left, in the “big water”, where the danger is highest, where I would not go unless I was completely confident that everyone could handle it.

We carried the Clipper from the parking lot on Choteau Island to a sand and mud bank just above the Chain falls. Everyone tightened their vests, checked their cameras and settled into the six seat positions on the Clipper. We paddled upstream along the bank, then did a big circle between the old Route 66, “Chain”, Bridge and the I-270 bridge, practicing our paddle strokes. Finally, we pointed it downstream, searching for the exact line we had decided on. We approached rather slowly, and got right to the edge where the water falls away, where the river simply grabs you, pulls you over the falls and hurtles you through the cauldron. I yelled, “Back Paddle! Hard!”, and continued yelling at the crew who quite impressively provided the power to abort the run.

When we got to the edge, I realized that I was not quite centered with the line of water I wanted. We would have dropped right on top of the big boulder marking the left side of the line. We circled around again, and I asked, “Should we really do this?” I got looks of amazement, as if, “what are you thinking? Of course, we should do this. C’mon, dude!”

We circled again and pointed the Clipper back to the Chain. I encouraged everyone to paddle hard, with no intention of aborting and only a slight chance to alter course. Over the edge we went, the high prow on the Clipper successfully shedding a good portion of the water that would have come in as it hit the bottom of the falls. The canoe bounced up into the huge standing waves, wiggled and rolled a bit, then followed the rush of water downstream. Whew! Twenty seconds of total rush and right side up at the end. I was “stoked” and relieved.

“Aw, man! that’s it?”, one of the Xtreme dudes cried.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
A moment of silence ensued as we turned into the eddy below the falls. Then, I heard one of the guys exclaim, “We should do it again, only this time, let’s go over backwards!”
Now I was the one with the… “Are you goofy?” look on my face. “No that’s quite enough. We don’t tempt the river gods too much around here.”

Monsta Movies Expedition Update 9

August 4th, 2009

This update is coming to you from Rue de la course, a coffee shop about 1 mile from our river rat camp tonight. We have made it to New Orleans, but the final scene and final miles will occur tomorrow when we paddle around the bend to the French Quarter with our comrades, Monsta Movies crew. This update is about some stuff a few days ago. I am on limited time, as always, and so I will catch up to our location with the details tomorrow, hopefully.

First things first. Check out this on the Monsta Movies blog. quite amusing, and one that Big Muddy Adventures particularly relishes.

Now back to Natchez, MS and the rest of the story….

While I was up at the famous Under the Hill Saloon (using their wifi to post updates, emails, etc… and drinking coffee not whiskey unfortunately), John and crew off-loaded all of the film crew gear, bags and excess stuff from the Junebugs. According to the plan, the Monsta folks are land based for all but the final scene in New Orleans. We want the raft as light as possible to make the 350 miles of river in the eight days we have remaining.

We departed the Monsta Movies crew in a rush at the Natchez landing. A huge thunderstorm appeared across the river and seemed destined to hit us with full force. As we paddled away and under the bridge, I could see the disappointment in the eyes and waving arms of Patricia, Lutz and Volker. They have found something in their hearts on this river. I think that if they had it to do over again, they would have made the film entirely on the river and left all the quirky stories of the town folk along the way for some other project. Still, I can’t wait to see what they found in our river cities.

Somehow the foreboding thunder, lightening and sheets of rain that we could hear and see passed by us with nary a drop and only a short burst of wind. It seems that we are being watched by river angels as all of the potential threats are being dispersed, like Moses and the Red Sea. Knock on wood!

We are only a crew of seven now. There are no breaks from the rowing or tiller position. No one to spell you when your hands are cramped or your back and arms are screaming at you to stop. That is, no breaks until the river bends in an easterly direction. The winds are coming from the South/ Southwest. Until we get a tailwind, we have to lay our backs and arms into the work at all times. We are in good shape now, after 22 days on the river. Still the effort is strenuous. I can tell when the fatigue has set in. The Mighty Quapaws become silent. Their usual banter about girls and cars, or the incessant teasing of each other fades away into river time meditation.

I have been using my iPod as a stimulant to keep up a strong rowing stroke. I have never done that before… played recorded music while on river time. This time is different with good reason. I am seated backwards to the motion of the raft. It was disconcerting at first, not seeing what’s ahead, not catching the first glimpses of creatures in our path, or potential threats. So to counteract this, I decided to try and listen to some music and see how it blends with the passing of the river. It has worked well. But not well enough, I think, to continue this practice after the expedition. I prefer the the familiar position of the canoe and with that the natural sounds of the river.

So, what’s the playlist? It has been quite varied. In the early morning, I have listened to some Gregorian chant from a Benedictine monastic schola or some classical works by the British Philharmonic and the Chicago Symphony. Later in the morning I have clicked on a selection of U2, some hill country Blues, i.e. Robert Belfour, the North Mississippi All Stars, Cedric Burnside and Lightnin’ Malcom. After lunch, Bob Dylan, the Police, and a new fave, Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. When I need some extra energy for a particularly tough stretch, my boys, the Rolling Stones get turned up. Finally, everyday I have played a few selections from our beloved friend Wesley Jefferson, who was buried on Wednesday. One song in particular is on my mind. It is from a great CD called, “Meet Me in the Cotton Field” on Broke and Hungry Records (owned by a St. Louis native, Jeff Konkel). “Blues is Like the River” is a must listen. It has brought more than a few tears to the eyes on this journey. And it was co-written by my river compadre, John Ruskey.

Our routine, sans movie crew, has changed. We are now most interested in time saving and labor saving techniques. We are cooking with the Brunton stove instead of making campfire. We are getting on the raft at 6:30 AM and spending 12-13 hours moving downstream. The river is awesome, but the winds have made traveling tough at times. Each day we have been tortured by 20-25 mph in your face wind. The Mighty Quapaws, John and I are making the necessary miles despite the challenge. Our schedule is intact.

Monsta Movies Expedition Update 8

July 31st, 2009

I have posted two updates, however due to a time constraint… only an hour on land in Baton Rouge, LA with internet access, I can’t post any photos with this update. See the previous Update #7 for photos.

Our second day back with the Monsta Movies crew was a near repeat of the first. We traveled all morning with the threat of storms all around. Mid-afternoon a thunder and lightening and heavy rains appeared imminent so we decided once again to cut short a full day of raft travel and make camp. As we approached the entrance to Cole’s Creek, about 15 miles above Natchez, MS, John announced that the creek might be good gator habitat. Of course, the Monsta Movies crew jumped at the chance to repeat the hunt. And the hunting was good.

Within minutes of setting out in the same formation as the Yucatan Lake excursion, John’s hunch proved true. Cole’s Creek is home to a family of gators. Our first sighting were two young ones swimming along the bank and circling the edge of a large swath of “duck grits” as the Germans called the vibrant green pellets of algae floating in the creek. A little further up a much larger gator surfaced in the duck weed as we call it. She was in obvious protective mode as she swam away from us, probably trying to lead us away from the kids. Then, as she disappeared in that slow and ominous submersion that is distinct to the alligator, Big Papa appeared. At an estimated 4-5 meters long, he gave us all quite a show. His swimming motion parted the sea of green and he seemed quite confident that we would not dare approach, but we did, very cautiously. He watched and swam until enough was enough. In a startling, great explosion of water, the king of the swamp made his exit below the surface. We proceeded further up the creek but with very wary eyes and extreme nervousness. We hoped that he did not suspect us to be a band of wild gator killers. Apparently, he understood since we were able to complete our exploration unharmed and extremely thankful.

While John prepared another one of his magnificent river rat gourmet dinners, I returned back up the creek with Lutz, Marcus, Sabinne and the entire group of Mighty Quapaws to give them the thrill of gator presence. As dinner was consumed, the Monsta Movies crew lamented that it would be their last full night on the river. The mighty Mississippi has worked its magic to its full extent. The river time experience has gone deep into the soul of our German comrades. They now know what John and I know. A Mississippi River expedition is a life changer, a connection to the true heart of America. Our bet is that they will find a way to rejoin us on the raft as we propel it from our present location just below Natchez to our destination and the final scene at New Orleans.