I’ve mostly exited the funk that lingered after witnessing last week’s depressing scene of untold volumes of junk floating with the tide just north of Miami. It makes you wonder if things are this sordid along other stretches of the Intracoastal up and down the Eastern seaboard. The guessing here is that it is.
Closer to home this morning was the murmur of McMullen Creek, flowing along a little louder than normal after yesterday’s light rain. I couldn’t see the waters in the darkness; but there was plenty to see a couple of days ago during an early evening walk.
I had stopped momentarily and in those few seconds counted 14 sheets of plastic and/or shopping bags snagged on low hanging branches along the 30 yard stretch of the 10 yard wide creek that was visible from Sharon View Road. The plastic scourge has dangled for a while, and I’m marginally guilty at not having retrieved this flotsam. This was my first semi-inventory of the debris.
There’s little doubt this scene repeats itself on virtually any stream or creek or river anywhere in the U.S. I’ve seen as much on Papio Creek in Omaha, Walnut Creek in Des Moines, the Niobrara in Nebraska’s Sand Hills, the New Fork that drains out of the Wind Rivers in Wyoming and even along the banks of the otherwise pristine Deschutes River in Oregon. Those are only five examples of how many thousands of such waterways?
One of these mornings I’m going to suck it up and wade in McMullen Creek. We’ll reduce the inventory of plastic by a few pieces. As my late father might have said, “That’s better than a kick in the ass.”