Hi all – and Happy World Wetlands Day!
Crazy that it’s almost spring already, right? And just as time marches on, things here in Salty Dave’s Wetland Weblog World continue to roll along as well, in spite of sad news like the disappointing Golden State Warriors season.
Those of us who work on environmental projects in and around the edges of San Francisco Bay experienced a meaningful loss last week.
Hello – and welcome back for another saunter through Salty Dave’s labyrinth of thoughts.
This time around, we’re going to start off with a few questions, invite you to a birthday party, and end with two poems (don’t skip to the end…).
First, the questions:
I remember when I turned 20...Barely.
That’s partly because it was a long time ago, but mostly it’s because I had a fake ID and the world was just…different then, okay? Don’t judge. Corona had just arrived in the U.S., Jimmy Buffett still had a moustache and wasn’t yet a cliche, and the Shoreline Amphitheater was right there! What was I supposed to do?
What’s a super-important day that happens in the middle of each April?
No, not that day!
I am thinking of a way better day than that. More fun that that, more uplifting than that, and generally more eagerly anticipated than that by all but green-eyeshade-wearing accounting professionals.*
I’m referring, of course, to Earth Day!
In the late 1980’s, I spent some time working at a Lehman Brothers office on Montgomery Street. So, until recently, when I heard the word “broker,” I thought of suspenders, slicked-back hair, and dress shirts with white collars even when the shirts themselves are blue or pink.
What I certainly did not think of were work boots, hard hats, and enormous piles of dirt.
Birthdays are funny things, aren’t they?
Well, hi, and welcome back!
In my previous post (available here), I described the difficult balancing act we face in trying to restore as much tidal marsh as possible, while protecting and enhancing enough nesting habitat for breeding western snowy plover that their local populations would be maintained or grow.
It’s a little before 7 a.m. on a clear and brisk morning in July. The sun is just peeking up over the hills of the East Bay, and I’m running across the uneven salt-and-gypsum crust of a dry former salt-production pond, jumping across slough traces and trying not to step on the mounds of dense vegetation that pose serious ankle-roll potential.
One of my goals in 2022 (only partially satisfied) has been to remember to notice and appreciate the things that are mundane and common but that are impressive, important, beautiful, or just cool to think about.
In that latter category is the concept of a watershed.
Remember craigslist?
Seems like a million years ago, and it was definitely pre-social media, but craigslist was a virtually free online, geographically oriented marketplace for housing, vehicles, furniture, recreation equipment, dates, and whatever else. Back in the day, I found one apartment, multiple housemates, and a bicycle using craigslist, and it didn’t cost me a thing.
If you’ve been reading this blog at all – and I know that you have Mom, so don’t try to deny it – you know that we feel strongly about the importance of partnerships to the success of our Project.
If you work in the environmental field long enough, it becomes easy to forget that not everyone starts with the same understandings or intuitions that we do. For example, when I talk with members of the public or the media, I sometimes skip right over the “why” of what we are doing so I can get right to the “what,” the “when,” and the ”how” of it.
If you’ve been out to the City of Menlo Park’s Bedwell Bayfront Park recently, you have probably noticed that there is quite a bit going on there.
If you were one of the intrepid few who ventured over to Salty Dave’s Wetland Weblog a few weeks ago and read the piece about our Phase 2 project at the Island Ponds, you know how excited we are to be underway there.
But now, I have a question for you:
What’s better than having a project site in construction?
Did you ever have one of those sneezes that takes a long time to happen?
There has been a lot of talk lately in the Bay Area’s restoration community about including gravel beaches in restoration projects.
I’m a native of San Francisco, and I lived in various spots on the Peninsula until I was almost 40 years old. Over most of that time, the Bay was just a thing I had to drive across on a bridge or cross under in a BART train to get where I was going.
Hello – and welcome back to Salty Dave’s Wetland Weblog, where we ironically embrace a lot of alliterative archaisms!
I am psyched to have gotten our first Reader Suggestion for a blog entry topic: Brian Coyne asked about what we are planning to do at the Eden