It sits at the edge of the main pool, and leads into the pit on the other side of the trail. By and large, having water reach the area is a good thing. Unfortunately, high tides regularly bring with them urban rejects in the form of plastic bags, plywood boards, and anything in between. The said rejects then tend to settle and accumulate there, clogging the potentially fertile ground.
Also, for some reason, this pit has a propensity for making me feel small and lonely any time I go in there; so, naturally, I have always had hard time remembering to check out the place. And, since it has traditionally been neglected, despite its proximity to the main marsh, I suspect, it has a similar psychological effect on other mortals.
So, after the people from Recovery and Resiliency (see the October 29 entry) had helped us to clean the spot - in fact, it took no more than half an hour, we were determined to partially cover the culvert openings, in order to prevent new debris from coming in.
The sun was not cooperating, but I managed to take a few snapshots of the historic moment.
Here, Tony is contemplating the scenery, while Danko is removing the most unsightly pieces of trash, choosing a more hands-on approach.
—by Genie Gregor
We have planted poles and are ready to attach wire mesh to them.
A piece of burlap, thrown onto the construction, is supposed to sieve away those offensive bottle caps and the like.
Looks neat.
Tony gives final instructions.
Becky adds last touch ups.
Time to go home.
Will our plan work as expected? We shall see...High of 55°F | Humidity (avg) 84% | Wind 6 mph (S) | High Tide 4.9 ft. @ 09:51 | Moon 84% visible.
