Today is the anniversary of the Edmund Fitzgerald going down. Gordon Lightfoot’s tribute to it is still one of the best weather songs I know.
“The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early…”
Federal and state authorities have no interest in confirmation of a breeding population because it would require additional expenditures for tracking and protection.
Maybe we should all just start with being aware of our individual decisions as humans. Reduce, reuse, recycle.
Conserve energy, compost, buy durable products.
Households should not be producing multiple bags of landfill bound trash per week.
Last shorts weekend of the season. I'm going to get in another outdoor shower or two and then next week looks like first woodstove driven heat of the season.