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nice day. After lunch Will
and I
decided to revisit to the magical
living jetty. "Watch: we go back and everything is dead," I joked. I shouldn't joke. When we got there a greyhaired cyclist in moustache and spandex was eyeing the water warily. At first we surmised red tide but it looked more like cruise ship septic tank effluent, although it didn't smell bad. (When we did catch a whiff of sewage we attributed it to the concrete outflow pipe from the pumping station nearby.) A man in safety vest the color of the mystery tide agreed--he hoped it was just algae but it didn't look like any he'd ever seen. He went back to his truck and returned with light blue latex gloves and quart jar to take a sample. A heron was fishing near the iridescent murk. Will wanted to scare it away to keep it from eating possible contaminants but we didn't. Should we have? |
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