Fifty Years

Fifty years. It was 1970 and Richard Nixon was President when the first Earth Day was established. The year before, the Cuyahoga River had caught on fire. Old photos of NYC and LA show cities shrouded in smoke. Something had to change.

The environmental movement has gone through many seasons. The Sierra Club was founded in 1892 by John Muir and Teddy Roosevelt and was about protecting large swaths of land. The country was young then and places like Yellowstone NP and others wouldn’t be here today if not for their work. But in 1970, the land, water, and air were being polluted and something had to be done. It was during the presidency of Nixon that the Clean Water Act, the Clean Air Act, the Endangered Species Act, and NEPA were passed. Nixon also created the EPA and NOAA. We were running amok and these actions were needed to prevent us from destroying our only home.

Through the “decade of the environment” and the early period of the conservation movement, we landed in the 1980s. While we now see many references today about Environmental and Climate Justice, the EJ movement was started in the 1980s by one who is known as the father of the Environmental Justice movement, Dr. Robert Robert D. Bullard. When a chemical or petro plant is sited, you can bet it’s in a People of Color community. Waste sites? The same. Toxic, hazardous waste? You wouldn’t see these in West Lake, Houndslake, or Woodside. The original term used to describe these kinds of practices (as I understand it) was environmental racism. It seems (white) people are just now catching on. As Dr. Bullard has said, people of color are the wrong complexion for protection.

Today those monumental environmental protections have been weakened and we see the attacks on public lands, opening them up for the extraction industries like oil, fracked gas, mining, and timber. Donald J. Trump can’t be blamed for all that’s taken place, but he has taken degradation to new depths. What’s prevented the wholesale destruction of our natural resources are groups like the League of Conservation Voters, National Wildlife Federation, and the Sierra Club. People will balk at the ‘Big Green Groups’ for all the fundraising and political work, but the fact is if it weren’t for the legal work of groups like The Sierra Club, we’d be in a much worse place. And to do this work means you have to have staff, legal staff.

You don’t truly have to be a diligent student of history to see where we’re headed if we don’t make some changes. Whether you believe in climate change or not, one thing is clear and that’s the fact that we’re destroying the natural world around us. Our choices and how we live on the land are not sustainable and we must address the systemic issues that have created the mess we find ourselves in. If it’s true that everyone I meet is my mirror, that what I throw out comes back to me, then it must also be true that the harm I bring to the land, water, air and other creatures that I share this common home with will eventually come home to roost. Nature is resilient and will bounce back, but we must take personal responsibility in all ways.

I’ve read that in Indigenous cultures when they make a decision they try to look at how it will impact the seventh generation. We must look past the short term satisfaction and think about how our choices will affect future generations. Our journey is a spiritual one and our choices reflect our collective spiritual state.

North Fork Edisto River

Alligator River NWR

With just a few days, a short week, really, I didn’t have much time to explore around Alligator River NWR. The property is so huge that I couldn’t see it all, but wildlife operates on its own timeline and I had yet to see a Red Wolf. I also discovered that there was a lot to see in the area.

While the first morning in Nags Head found me sleeping in a little (8 am is late these days), on the 2nd I rose before the sun. I wanted to get a shot of that early morning light that’s part of what’s known as the “Golden Hour”. I quickly got things together and got out the door. To get onto the property is a 40 minute drive and my timing seemed to be right on as there was the slightest lightening of that early morning dark hue. I drove down the dirt road and after passing a couple of the maintenance buildings, I found the perfect place to stop and setup my tripod. I got camera in place just in time as the orange globe barely climbed over the horizon.

One thing on my agenda for the morning was to get to the other side of the creek that I was paddling in the day before. This was going to be my last day on the refuge and I felt that being around water was going to be the best opportunity to see a wolf. I made my way and having navigated from one dirt road to the next, I found myself at the dirt parking area marked as a takeout for canoes & kayaks. The morning was cool (some would say downright cold) and getting out of the car, I crossed the footbridge to the other side of the creek and continued to walk down the trail for a couple minutes. The fog rose over the water at the creek and on the other side of some trees, where I assumed was some type of pond. I could barely see more than two feet in front of my. I felt tense as I considered what I’d do if I heard one of the resident black bears. I didn’t have much on me in the way of protection. A small pocket knife, my camera and not much else. I quietly continued down the path. It was otherworldly.

I had probably covered about 50 to 60 yards and hadn’t seen, nor heard anything. The sun was climbing higher and the fog was slowly burning off. I was glad I took the time to compose a few photos before moving on with my walk into the unknown. I got to a road I had recognized from the day before and decided to turn back to the car. There was still much more to see.

The morning slipped into the afternoon and I hadn’t seen much in the way of wildlife. I was disappointed but accepted that the wild runs on its own schedule. Along the way, I did see a Great Blue Heron. I’m always amazed to see these somewhat prehistoric looking beasts. For an avian species with such long legs and lanky features, Herons possess a remarkable ability to move with such grace.

The day was coming to the end and I decided to make my way back to Nags Head. It was beautiful day despite the fact that it hadn’t produced the results I had hoped for. I left ARNWR with a feeling of peace and contentment. I saw next to no one as I cruised around the property. I crossed the bridge back to the island just in time to see the setting sun.

Here's the Sun

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