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Spending a day with MISC
on a quest to expunge invasive fountain grass on a remote plateau high above the Big O was both novel yet pleasantly familiar. Small environmental non-profits engaged in a mix of field work and outreach seem to be ideal social units for these beleagured times. Walking in a coordinated line with what felt like an extended family reminded me of my halcyon RE Store salvage days. The missions and tactics might be different but there's a similar dynamic among the people which derives from a pervading sense that meaningful work is getting done-- work that does net good instead of just continuing to punch Mother Earth in the face. We didn't find much--testament to the effectiveness of past sweeps--in the hot dusty morning, but when we sat down to lunch Joe noticed two young plants right there in the picnic spot as if taunting us. |