From Park to Pickleball

 

Late last spring, while I was staying at my cousin’s swanky Park Avenue apartment, I went down early to the East River to play Pickleball at the courts near Gracie Mansion, out of the wind, where ocean freighters could still be seen chugging down the river.  The Mayor was not there that day so I started playing with some nice ladies in tennis dresses who were both sporty and sociable.  We made instant connection and one gal even grew up a block away from me on Long Island and dated one of my childhood friends.  Small world. 

They told me that the good players usually show up at noon, and they did.  I tried to get into their game but was informed by an agro-aggressive, rasta-bloke in a Bob Marley T-shirt, that these were good players and I had no chance.  I patiently bided my time and found an opening with the good group with rasta man as my partner.  We started slow and polite and quickly degenerated into the bashing game of intermediates.  Trash talk was rampant, even between partners, as I spurred my slacker agro-man to bone up and contribute more.  One of the players was an NFL referee who made definitive line calls loudly and with confidence, even if he didn’t see them. I asked for video review.

We finally settled into an advanced game at the net with dinks and angles, topspin and head-fakes.  I have to say I held my own on the court and in the trash talk, having been raised in the milieu.  The New Yorker came out in me and my appreciation for it deepened.  After five hours I was knackered, without food or water, and crawled the eight blocks home.  Who knew it was eight blocks from First to Park 4^th Avenue?

Drought and Bob Dylan

I participated in a panel discussion last month, with some of our biggest retail and wholesale water providers, presented flawlessly by the Summit Health Department.  Everyone had the proper astonishment of the general, regional and the latest climate conditions, where it is getting warmer and dryer at increasingly rapid rate.  We may have been preaching to the choir or talking to the wrong people.  Conservation is a battle of economic will that should not be foisted on the wholesalers and retailers of water but on the political will of the people.   But as Bob Dylan said, “The pump don’t work since the vandals stole the handle.”

 But these speakers pay their bills by selling water and they can only afford to bang the conservation drum so hard.  They do a pretty good job at seamlessly making our water plentiful and cheap and not privy to the slings and arrows of outrageous climate.  But they sugarcoated our Severe Drought as Moderate and called for El Nino to save the day, the Great Salt Lake and the Colorado River.  It’s all good, till it isn’t. 

 We figured out years ago; that runoff from the Weber and the Provo rivers peak now in May, instead of June, has done so since 2000, and this year it peaked in April.  Both similar river basins deliver 321 acre-feet per year less, above diversion points, and have been for 120 years.  That is enough water for 1 million people, or one big lake.  We knew this was coming, we saw this happening, but we do not act until it is a crisis.  We are looking optimistically at our exponential climate and water issues with linear solutions.  “We don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”

 Isn’t it ironic that our second most valuable natural resource, behind air, which belongs to everybody and nobody, is being squandered because demand is high, supply is low, and the price of it is too cheap.  Water is distributed by the state, in a socialized manner, to those who want and need it first. The commodity is actually free! So, people are growing hay in Utah at 8000 feet, cotton in Arizona and rice in California, because they were first, while downstream users go thirsty.  The original system was set up to promote western growth and dependable economic development, order and certainty through the beneficial benevolence of the State Engineer.  It worked.

 Now the only way to really influence water use, human nature of fear and greed, or Game Theory and the Tragedy of the Commons is to charge what water is worth, not what it costs.  The capitalist system and market economy is needed to promote conservation and wise use of our water resources, where the age-old system of Prior Appropriation cannot.  It’s contradictory that we need capitalism to justly distribute a social resource for the public good. 

 Things are changing faster than we thought.  The Great Salt Lake and our regional rivers are drying up.  But the State did away with the Public Welfare requirements of Water Rights this year, so they can build more data centers and shirk responsibility for shrinking lakes and rivers.  That clause may have allowed or forced them to give every water user a haircut and devote enough water or the public good of avoiding toxic dust storms.  But eventually the State and the Feds will come in and buy up water they already own and control or direct it to where it will do the most public good.  We are capitalizing personal profits and socializing public expense. 

 Perhaps farmers can use less water to grow hay and sell that saved water for the lake.  Dry farming does not have to be binary, yes or no; it can be a scaled usage and maybe we just buy the anemic third crop water. I don't know whether the Feds or State could afford all that saved water for the lake.  Or as the price goes up, market forces could make water too valuable to squander on low-income crops.

 I would call our water situation Severe instead of Moderate now and impose the preordained 40% restrictions because of our physical predicament and to impress upon the public the severity of our situation.  My position may seem harsh, but I feel the middle is defined by the extremes in these situations and we can no longer afford to be naive or cautiously optimistic.  Appropriate cutbacks should be then enforced because it is better to ere on the side of conservation than profligate use.  “Even a blind man knows when it’s not raining.”

To Sleep, Perchance, To Dream

 

The keys, they say, to a healthy long life is; exercise, diet and sleep.  And the greatest is sleep.  And not getting hit by a bus.  Sleep is the interval of our lives, when we shut down and rest, for a third of our time on the planet.  It is a biological, neurological and metaphysical reset that we all need.  All animals do it, need it and love it, weather it is day or night.  It is what connects us all.  Sleep is one of the most intimate things that we do together, with lovers, spouses, children and pets.  It is something we share and connects us thoroughly, deeply, with each other.

You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness

Self-centred to the extreme            Sleep is also a very individual exercise.  It is a time for resting our muscles, tissue repair and hormone driven, stress free immune improvement.  It is a cleansing of our brain of toxins, bad proteins and memories we don’t need.  Sleep is a a cosmic car wash of the glymphatic system with cerebrospinal soap.  It is a time of neuroplastic shrinkage  and consolidation of memory.  Our brain works harder during sleep, backing up the systems, than it does when we are awake.  It shifts smart, short term memory from our hippocampus to our cerebral cortex for long term storage that constitutes wisdom.

We all have intensely symbolic dream sequences when we sleep that are a dialogue with our own conscious.  We have all seen a dog run and yelp in its sleep and wondered if it was frolicking, flying or fleeing.  We all experience similar dream symbols of going to school naked, to take a final exam, for a class we never attended.  Sleep is a primal, psychological blow off valve where we are most aware, creative and self-conscious.

Sleep is also a time when we let go of our individual ego, the ‘I,’ the 'fight or flight' focus of the waking day, and embrace a more universal ‘we.’  As Jung and Freud said, we embrace our collective consciousness.  As Heisenberg and Einstein infer, we forgo the specific, kinetic, matter-particle functionality of waking reality and slip into brain wave functions of pure potential.  Quantum entanglement suggests a universal connection and an alternate consciousness and sleep could be the time when our individual minds plug into the unified field of the universe, beyond space and time.  We are connected threads in a living, breathing cosmos and sleep is the tie that binds us. Sweet Dreams.

 

910 Ranch

 

I took a ride down East Canyon recently to see the Summit County 910 Parcel of the old Jeremy Ranch. It is a rough piece of land with steep hills on either side and good vegetation only on the north and east faces. It was a great opportunity for the county to buy this land and inclusively ask for opinions on how best to treat it.  

 

I agree that this should be a conservation parcel with just enough recreation for people to really get to see, appreciate it and preserve it. That may mean keeping cows, sheep, people, and dogs out of most of it for a while because this place needs time to heal. Perhaps that means making this a ride through park for a while, but the recovery will take many years.

 

The focal point of this 13.4 square mile parcel is East Canyon Creek which starts at Jupiter Peak and ends in East Canyon Reservoir, the Weber River and the Great Salt Lake. This Creek has been hammered from over one hundred years grazing, and this is where the conservation should start. The side banks of the stream are eroded vertically from the overgrazed slopes above and ubiquitous livestock access to The Creek. Limited grazing and aggressive riparian revegetation could eventually return the natural stream by helping to restore the natural geomorphology of the creek, helping the littoral beaver, fish, birds, bugs and bunnies. 

 

Returning the basin to the uber-species like deer, elk, and moose with less competition for the natural protein of the basin, is paramount.  Promoting natural predators like coyotes, wolves, lions and tigers and bears will keep all of them moving around and off the stream banks.  It worked in Yellowstone, as an unintended consequence, where stream morphology was markedly enhanced by introducing natural predators but beware of good intentions and unintended consequences.

 

The other need for The Creek is water. Climate Change and our conservation efforts have not helped. We simply use too much of the natural flow and leave nothing for the fish or to dilute our pharmaceuticals and Forever Chemicals. The ‘solution to pollution is dilution,’ but we have nothing else to give.  Even with all the new regional water being imported to the basin from the upper Weber River by WBWCD and subsequent increased return flows from the sewer treatment plant, The Creek is running dry. Ideas like recycling water from East Canyon Reservoir back up to the existing mothballed, Jeremy Ranch, water treatment plant have been floated for years without success, due to lack of water. There is simply less supply and more demand for The Creek, The Great Salt Lake and us.  

 

Instead, we should all use less water and let our lawns and golf courses go naturally brown in the summer and come back every spring. We could pay the Alfalfa farmers in the basin to dry farm more and not count on that weak second or third crop each year. The 910 Ranch is an opportunity to unite all the shareholders in this small basin, setting an example to the rest of the state, country, and world. If we cannot solve it with all our money and ability, then who can? Let us work together on this unique community opportunity, with foresight and forbearance. Thank you for the opportunities for free speech and open space.

Failure and Fortitude - Nathaniel Gee, PE, PhD.

Nathaniel Gee is a Mormon dam engineer with 11 kids, the smartest guy in the room, a good man and a friend of mine.  In his spare time, he has written Failure and Fortitude, the most seminal water resource book since Mark Reisner’ s Cadillac Desert, almost 40 years ago.  While Reisner was hard on the Mormons and the Bureau of Reclamation, Gee exonerates the LDS church for their humanitarian efforts and hammers the Bureau dam engineers for their hubris.  Although Gee worked for Reclamation for several years, he blames them for the systemic issues that caused the failure of the Teton Dam in Idaho in 1976.  There were not only technical and design failures, but there were human issues and haughtiness that combined to cause catastrophic failure.  That failure changed the face of Dam Design and Dam Safety in the United States and the World.

Gee starts with his smooth narration of the sunny Saturday morning failure of the Teton Dam with the energy of Kevin Fedarko and the grace of Wallace Stenger.  He tells this horrific tale thru the perspective of the dam engineers and construction workers, fishermen, farmers and the families that live downstream.  As the dam disintegrates in hours, people have mere minutes to make critical life and death decisions.  We are hooked from the start.

He then fills his tale with a litany of historical dam failures that have defined the dam industry like the Johnstown Flood and Baldwin Hills California, while intertwining the related political history of the United States and the Mormon Church.  He reveals the start of Reclamation, and their mission to develop the west and its water resources, in the early years and later under the leadership of Floyd Dominy.  He illustrates its battles with the Army Corps of Engineers and the Soil Conservation Service to become the preeminent dam building organization in the USA, during the heyday of dam construction, before Environmental Impact Statements and engineering fallibility.

        Prominent in these battles was Presidential support of politically based project funding.  The funding, back then, came with some highly questionable practices for justifying projects with flimsy benefit - cost ratios and long term - no interest payouts.  The cost and risks of dams were minimized while their benefits were greatly exaggerated.  The price tag was paid by; building big cash-register power dams like Coulee, Hoover and Glen Canyon, by the deep pockets of the American people, and by the unquantifiable damage to the environment. 

Teton came at the nexus of these conflicts.  Engineers did not filter-drain fine soil particles from piping through cracks and fissures in the right abutment and the outlet works was not completed to allow for slow filling or prompt evacuation of the dam.  Both practices are common now in large and small dams, but corners were cut and risks were taken because of the political, environmental and economic pressures on Teton.  Eleven people died in the dam failure and there was 500 million dollars in damage from the flood.  Reclamation initially denied guilt but eventually accepted it for systemic improvement in the Bureau and the dam industry.  Gee does not hold back when assessing blame for the failure or praise for the LDS driven recovery.

The Teton failure was enough to spur Federal Dam Safety legislation, but it took another dam failure in South Dakota, and finally one in President Jimmy Carter’s home state of Georgia.  This spurred the federal funding for the states to adopt the Dam Safety programs we have today.  Gee finishes with highlights of current state programs for dams, levees, low head diversions and water resource development.

Gee’s real talent and passion is showing how the leadership, culture and the congregation of the Bureau of Reclamation and the LDS church contributed to water development in the west and in the building, failure and recovery of the Teton dam in Idaho.  He personalizes the fear and the grief of those affected and is proud of how the local and regional LDS constituents pulled together to rebuild, before FEMA or Flood Insurance. 

There are good dams and there are bad dams and there are dams that have outlasted their usefulness that are consistently assessed for their condition and costs, risks and benefits, potential failure modes and evacuations.  The Teton failure put us on the path to honestly evaluate these things and Nathaniel Gee’s book drives this point home with horror, hubris, humanity and humor.  A good story that is well told.