On July 9, 2025, LRWP Board Member Heather Fenyk joined the 2024-2025 class of New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection Watershed Ambassadors at Monmouth Battlefield to celebrate the graduation of these special humans. We were thrilled to be recognized as the NJDEP AmeriCorps Watershed Ambassadors Program “partner of the year.” The LRWP’s annual Green Brook Clean-up has grown to engage eight (8) municipalities through the partnership work with these Watershed Ambassadors – we should be thanking them!
A heartfelt thank you to the graduating 2024-2025 cohort: Olivia Stettler: WMA 1, Team Leader Jenna Black: WMA 2 Peyton Curley: WMA 3 Emilie Wigchers: WMA 4 Isaiah Leach: WMA 5 Toni L. Tamberelli: WMA 6 Kaitlyn Pinto: WMA 7 Daniel Magda: WMA 8 Brianna Casario: WMA 9, Team Leader Claire Paul: WMA 10, Team Leader Mike Sherr: WMA 11 Forrest Jennings: WMA 13 Cameron Shapiro: WMA 14, Team Leader Morgan Crouch: WMA 15, Team Leader Courtney Lacombe: WMA 16 David Ferrara: WMA 17 Jessie Lisanti: WMA 20 Emily Vasquez: SWP North Sheyla Casco: SWP Central Gina Freshcoln: SWP South
The AmeriCorps NJ Watershed Ambassadors Program is administered by the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection, Division of Water Monitoring, Standards and Pesticide Control. The goals of the program are to promote watershed stewardship through education and direct community involvement, and to monitor stream health through performing visual and biological assessments. Individual AmeriCorps members are assigned to each of New Jersey’s 20 watershed management areas (WMAs) to serve as “Watershed Ambassadors” to their watershed communities. In addition to the 20 full time Watershed Ambassadors, 3 part-time Source Water Protection Ambassadors are assigned to a region in Northern, Central, and Southern NJ. The Source Water Protection Ambassadors serve 900 hours from September – May, conducting education and stewardship projects that relate to sources of drinking water.
Dear Governor Murphy and the NJ Department of Environmental Protection –
I am writing on behalf of the Lower Raritan Watershed Partnership (LRWP) regarding Williams Northeast Supply Enhancement (NESE) Pipeline project. The LRWP is opposed to construction of a fracked gas-powered compressor station in Franklin Township, including 3.5 miles of connecting pipeline through a portion of the Lower Raritan Watershed (New Jersey Watershed Management Area 9) in Old Bridge Township. The LRWP is also opposed to a core component of this project, the proposed 23.4-mile-long, 26-inch-diameter pipeline loop (called the “Raritan Bay Loop”) extending from the Middlesex County coast crossing under Raritan Bay and New Jersey and New York State marine waters.
The LRWP formed in 2015 to address industrial pollutants that left a legacy of contamination in the Raritan River and the Lower Raritan Watershed. Our Lower Raritan Watershed communities have worked hard to restore landscapes destroyed by decades of industrial dumping and toxic pollution. Many of these areas are now thriving, and others are natural Heritage sites, part of the NY/NJ Harbor and Estuary, which provide habitat for federally threatened and/or endangered species.
The LRWP’s most specific concern is with the project’s impact to the marine ecosystem, including the benthic habitat of Raritan Bay. Estimates indicate that as many as 14,100 acres of Raritan Bay may be impacted, with potential serious adverse impact on the Bay’s fisheries. These fisheries include many species of anadromous fish with established spawning grounds in the up-stream Raritan River area, and vulnerable populations of horseshoe crabs, sea turtles, and many other marine mammals.
The LRWP respectfully requests that NJDEP deny permits for the NESE Pipeline project that would result in significant environmental degradation of our Lower Raritan Watershed and Raritan Bay.
Please join us for a tour of the Middlesex County Utilities Authority Wastewater Treatment Plant in Sayreville on Friday, October 17, 1-3pm. We will learn how Middlesex County works to remove and eliminate contaminants from wastewater and convert it into an effluent that can be returned to the water cycle through a primary outfall in the Raritan River. Space is limited, pre-registration required.
During the LRWP’s pathogens monitoring work we often observe “flushable” sanitary wipes floating in the River and caught in vegetation along the riverbank. So-called “flushable” wipes are non-flushable! They are typically made from synthetic materials and do not easily break down in sewer systems.
There is no such thing as a “flushable” wipe!
These materials escape the process of wastewater treatment, most typically at the point at which sanitary sewage infrastructure and stormwater infrastructure meet, in an outdated system called a “combined sewer”. As these materials escape the processing system, they contribute to the presence of disease-causing pathogens in our waterways and cause beach closures. As they are caught up in the processing activity, they lead to huge costs to wastewater systems like the treatment plant in Sayreville, causing clogs and damage to wastewater pipes, pumps, and treatment equipment.
Treatment plants like MCUA regularly clear combined sewers of the clogs of sanitary wipes and other materials that become trapped in underground intercepting structures to limit the flows of this waste through the CSO outfalls. While conducting pathogens monitoring on June 5, 2025 at our water monitoring station near Perth Amboy’s Wilentz Elementary School, the LRWP team observed a pile of the waste cleared from an intercepting structure near the MCUA-managed CSO. Approximately four tons of wipes and feces were removed from the interception point and deposited on land to await transport to a landfill.
This practice of removing wipes from interception points and dumping them on land to minimize flush into waterways and damage to sanitary sewage infrastructure is not unique to the MCUA, or even to CSOs in New Jersey. This is a permitted practice under the Clean Water Act that is managed by the state Department of Environmental Protection. Each CSO has a separate permit, and each municipality must adopt a Long Term Control Plan (LTCP) for CSO management.
Taking Action
Could present day practices be improved for our local CSOs? Absolutely. All utilities should be working to identify and elevate best practices with respect to CSO management. As the state NJDEP moves toward repermitting for CSO management in coming months, we think the MCUA could set a fantastic example for the rest of the state.
In addition, in March 2025 Republican Conference Chairwoman Lisa McClain of Michigan introduced H.R. 2269, the Wastewater Infrastructure Pollution Prevention and Environmental Safety (WIPPES) Act. On June 23, 2025 it passed the Senate and moved to the House where its companion S. 1092 (Merkley) was favorably reported out of the Committee on Commerce, Science, and Transportation in late May. The WIPPES Act would establish a national “DO NOT FLUSH” labeling standard for non-flushable wet wipes. If WIPPES is signed into law, wet wipe manufacturers would be required to place symbols and standard language labeling on products that recommends consumers not flush the wipes after use. It would further restrict any verbiage on packaging that would imply that the product is actually flushable. Regulation of the policy would have the teeth of the Federal Trade Commission, with violations punishable as an unfair or deceptive practice.
This lady of the sky left the cage in full flight as if shot out of a cannon. The green band on the right leg reads, H 52. she is a large 3 year old female, born locally, with no guarantee she will remain anywhere in NJ. Sky is the limit to her future travels.
The X-ray revealed the three year old female eagle’s ulna, broken in three places. Her prognosis was uncertain, as her bone could not be pinned because some healing had already taken place. My heart sank at the news, this would be the third eagle rescue in which I was involved, where two of the three rescued birds had to be euthanized despite appearing very healthy; this feisty eagle looked to be another failed effort.
I was beginning to feel more like the messenger of death, than a rescuer.
The good news was the preliminary field diagnosis of possible lead poisoning tested negative. She was a large female and otherwise appeared healthy with a feisty attitude and voracious appetite. All that could be done was to wrap her wing and hope for the best; a case of tincture of time and scientific neglect. The prospect of hope was slim, but glowed brightly, compared to the absence of all hope in the other rescues.
The weight of the effort to locate her and affect a rescue, given her location amid a steep grade and blow downs covered in wild underbrush, personalized the physical and emotional expenditure. Her survival was as important to me as it was for the species. What a joy it would be to see the shadow of her wings pass over the earth! A symbol of hope and undiminished spirit flying across the heavenly regime of open sky.
This injured eagle was in a difficult location to capture. Her condition and behavior had to be evaluated before making an attempt to reach and constrain her, without doing further injury. The mottled plumage, color of eyes and beak, indicated she was a three-year-old eagle.
Every few weeks from her capture on May second, I would text Cathy at Raptor Trust for an update. Hope was still holding as the eagle remained full of spirit, despite confinement, her was appetite undiminished and notably voracious. Imagine a creature whose domain was the heavens, now confined to a flightless cage. Taking an unavoidable anthropomorphic view, what sustained mental gymnastics would it take to survive that unimaginable confinement? This eagle is a role model for adaptability and emphasizes the critical importance of undiminished spirit in the face of adversity. Hope on a wing and a prayer.
Her wings were eventually unwrapped when it was certain the fractures healed; the next step was to release her into a flight cage. This would be a test of the strength of her healed wing and a final determination of her fate. There is always some feather loss during treatment, so that would delay her recovery further. Her appetite was insatiable as she ate her way back to health and the heavens where she might rule for the next thirty years.
On the afternoon of September 18, 2024, I got a call from Cathy at Raptor Trust and in cooperation with endangered species director, Kathy Clark, told to come get the eagle and release it near where it was rescued. So September 19, I drove to Raptor Trust and loaded the caged eagle in the back seat of my truck for the long awaited release.
On the way to Raptor Trust what song comes on the radio? Englebert Humperdinck singing, “Please release me, let me go”. The hair stood up on the back of my neck! Eagle magic?
The negative outcome experienced on previous rescues, made this release especially meaningful in a very personal way. This lady of the sky left the cage in full flight as if shot out of a cannon. Eagles will dive from a perch to catch air under their wings, as she took off from ground level; she needed a long runway to get airborne. She flew parallel to the ground for about 200 yards and then quickly disappeared in the tree line along the stream. I was hoping she would land on a high perch where I could confirm a successful release, no such luck. I took about 20 minutes to get back to the truck and drive in the direction she flew, to park on the other side of the treeline. I waited for half an hour and finally gave up, leaving her to her fate. Just as I started the truck, her majesty did a fly by directly over me! By the time I unbuckled my seat belt, grabbed the camera, and stepped out of the truck, she was gone. What the heck just happened? More eagle magic! It is no wonder why so many cultures hold the eagle in high esteem.
Nothing official, but this eagle convinced me her name was, Angela.
Angie has been banded for identification with a silver federal band on her left leg and a green anodized aluminum band on her right leg. The green band can easily be read with binoculars or a good camera. Be on the lookout for H52. If you see her, report her to the state AND let me know. People who band birds celebrate any time a band has been reported. It is almost like putting a note in a bottle and tossing it out to sea. What are the chances of a response? Note from the images she still has that immature mottled plumage, orange eyes and dark beak. In a year or two the white head and tail will be more prominent; eyes and beak will turn yellow. Her life expectancy can be 30 years or more, so make sure you tell your kids and grandkids to keep an eye out for Angie and tell her story to their kids. We collectively wish her a long and healthy life, and long may her shadow glide across the earth wherever she may go.
What a pleasure to announce the successful release, 9.19.24. 3 year old female, NJ green band H52
Author Joe Mish has been running wild in New Jersey since childhood when he found ways to escape his mother’s watchful eyes. He continues to trek the swamps, rivers and thickets seeking to share, with the residents and visitors, all of the state’s natural beauty hidden within full view. To read more of his writing and view more of his gorgeous photographs visit Winter Bear Rising, his wordpress blog. Joe’s series “Nature on the Raritan, Hidden in Plain View” runs monthly as part of the LRWP “Voices of the Watershed” series. Writing and photos used with permission from the author.
Starting September 2025, as our contribution to the celebration of the semiquincentennial, the Lower Raritan Watershed Partnership (LRWP) Boat Build Team will “launch” a new year-long project: crafting a facsimile of the historic American Star four-oared gig. The original American Star was presented as a gift to General Lafayette on his last visit to the United States in 1825 and remains to this day a part of Lafayette’s museum collections within his family estate some 30 miles south of Paris, France. The vessel is the only known surviving example of “lightly built American small craft” of its period, which Lafayette referred to as an example of the “ingenuity of American mechanics.”
Note the four-oared gig depicted in the center foreground of J. Pringle’s painting “Arrival of the British Queen at the Battery in New York” (1839):
The original American Star was built as a racing boat in Brooklyn, NY by brothers John and William Chambers shortly before 1820. It’s design was a modification of the common “Whitehall” rowboats that aided transport and communication, and which were integral to the growth of New York City. These boats “gathered in greatest numbers in a basin under the Battery wall at the foot of Whitehall Street” and thus acquired their name. The American Star, however, was designed for a different purpose: “The lines of the American Star show a hull slimmed and lengthened for speed, with flat sheer and scant freeboard — the evolution from workboat to race boat well advanced.”
When the Captain of the British frigate Hussar challenged New York City’s Whitehallers to a “sham-fight” against the British vessel Dart, which was purported to have won in the Thames and in the West Indies, the American Star was chosen for the event. On December 9, 1824, with “50,000 spectators lining the wharves and the Battery,” the American Star and the Dart raced between the Battery and Hoboken Point, a distance of some four miles. The American Star was victorious, finishing some “300 to 400 yards ahead of the Dart. Time: 22 minutes.” Both crews were cheered by the audience, and it was reported that “victors and vanquished strove to outdo each other in exchange of compliments and amenities.” Never did a contest of this sort end more happily and with more good feeling on either side, an accurate reflection of the state of the political and economic climate.
The LRWP and SEWA volunteers went out to the litter trap in the Green Brook today, July 6, 2025, to conduct a litter tally after a devastating storm in the area knocked down trees, took out power, and resulted in fatalities. The water was low, with minimal trash flows. Huge thanks to Dr. Johnny and our SEWA International Central Jersey youth partners! Learn more about the litter trap initiative here. And learn more about the LRWP’s litter tally project with SEWA here.
Gone are the cows and barbed wire fences along the river, as land use has again changed, the only constant is the presence of the river and even the river has a mind to meander.
A thin round object, consistent with the appearance of a large coin protruded out of the eroded river bank. Closer inspection revealed light blue specs, suggesting copper content. It sure looked and felt like an old coin, its face severely eroded with traces of letters or numbers left to the imagination. Eventually the discovery was tentatively identified as a British half pence, from the mid eighteenth century. Its condition made it practically worthless, except for its historic value as a link to the past life of the river and its surrounding land.
That coin was a reminder of generations past and what their view of the river may have been. Each iteration was defined by the evolving cultural perspective each generation owned. Looking through time at any given layer begs a comparison to current views, and the realization that today’s view is dynamic and changing before our eyes. Though a period may be categorically defined, the transition is the real story, as it gives insight to the collective response under different economic and social pressures.
Each layer of time uncovered, is incomplete without considering the impact of the preceding layer until we arrive at the time the river itself was formed post glacial retreat. As the land sought equilibrium though violent undulations, it changed the gradient of the river’s path and adjusted its character. Critically important were the soil conditions created, which set the stage for a succession of thriving biological communities.
Amazingly, an early life form was discovered near Neshanic Station, where an unrecognized dinosaur tail bone was found and used as a doorstop. Stegomus arcuatus jerseyensis, was a large armored reptile with an alligator-like body, long stout legs, and an opossum-shaped head. Obviously, flora, fauna, climate, which favored this creature went through a series of changes, which no longer supported its existence.
There are ‘moments’ of stability as far as climate, flora, fauna, and associated life forms, and within each seemingly static pause, a culturally driven perspective is applied.
Aptly named, ‘moose-elk’, roamed the wilds of the vast eastern woodlands. This specimen found in New Jersey stands tall at the NJ state museum, in Trenton.
In the days before mills and their dams were built, migratory fisheries were of critical economic importance to those who lived along the river. When the first mill dam was built on the lower Raritan, thus blocking the fish migrations, the upstream residents burned down the mill.
Damming previously unimpeded rivers with grist and textile mills presented an economic opportunity for some, and ended a legacy lifestyle for others. This is an ongoing pattern of change along our rivers.
Amazingly, the gears of Holcomb’s mill, circa 1711, on the South branch of the Raritan, was made of wood! The mill dam has deteriorated and almost vanished.
In the seventeenth century, 1682, Somerset county had placed a bounty on wolves and fox. It is hard to imagine the environment required to sustain a population of wolves in central NJ. Fox were always present, and now coyotes have moved in. Biologists believed the appearance of coyotes was favored by the vast agricultural community and would disappear when the farms were sold off. That conclusion proved to be invalid as the adaptability of coyotes to the changing environment was grossly underestimated.
When the economy shifted from reliance on the rivers, they were still of value to livestock and dairy farmers, providing water for the herds. In one generation, environmental regulations put many farms out of business by restricting the handling of manure and prohibiting cattle from entering streams. Some days the local dairy herd provided a slalom course for my canoe as I wove my way through the herd, brisket deep in the cool water of the South Branch. Today, no cows can be found in or near the river, just remnants of barbed wire fencing embedded deep within the rings of scarred trees once used as fence posts.
Today’s river is centered on recreation as well as providing potable water, serving sewerage treatment plants, and continuing its ancient legacy as a receptacle for refuse. Organizations such as the Central Jersey Stream Team and Lower Raritan Watershed Partnership do their best to gather public support to keep our rivers clean and monitor emerging and legacy pollutants. Looking clean does not equate to the absence of pollutants. Consult the fish consumption warning in your state!
Statements from a Rutgers University president in the 1930s proclaiming the need to clear up the polluted river, have a hollow ring, as 75 years later the same refrain is heard about the same river. Generational priorities change the focus, while looking through the same glass. Industry and profits are replaced with real estate and profits, each contributing different pollutants, many of which live beyond the lifespan of their source.
The high population density in New Jersey stresses the environment and alters the standing cultural view of open space and rivers. The eventual compromise serves as the engine of change.
There is a tenant of wildlife biology referred to as, ‘carrying capacity’, where the local environment can only support a calculated number of a given species before it collapses. Theory exempts humans from this rule based on the belief humans are independence of nature, intelligent and have the technology to overcome nature; a flawed assumption which has often lead to environmental disaster.
Theories aside, peeling back the layers of past perspectives, creates a map for the future, displaying pitfalls, successes, and the realization that science is only true for a moment.
But the river was not always so commonplace. There was a time, and not 300 years ago, when it was unique and thought a wild, wild strea,. no one had been to its head; no one knew how far it travelled. It was then a deeper stream with its waters undimmed by surface drainage from farms. there were no farms. The small open spaces on the meadows were planted with Indian maize; but all the rest of the land was forest. Huge pines grew along the shale cliffs; oak and chestnut and hickory grew in the uplands. There were no towns or bridges or railways or wagon roads. Indian trails ran across the land from river to river, Indian tepees were pitched under the great trees in the meadows, and Indian canoes glanced along the surface of the River. The white man had not yet come, the land was unflayed, the forest and streams were in their pristine beauty. And then……
Author Joe Mish has been running wild in New Jersey since childhood when he found ways to escape his mother’s watchful eyes. He continues to trek the swamps, rivers and thickets seeking to share, with the residents and visitors, all of the state’s natural beauty hidden within full view. To read more of his writing and view more of his gorgeous photographs visit Winter Bear Rising, his wordpress blog. Joe’s series “Nature on the Raritan, Hidden in Plain View” runs monthly as part of the LRWP “Voices of the Watershed” series. Writing and photos used with permission from the author.
What we do on land does not stay on land. The choices we make on what we do on our property can impact the waters nearby as rain and runoff pick-up and move pollutants from their point of origin to our waterways. In a time of climate change when precipitation is highly variable these pollutants are more likely to affect our local and regional water quality.
Join the LRWP for two Teacher Professional Development Workshops, offered in partnership with the New Jersey Climate Change Learning Collaborative and the New Jersey Department of Education.
On both Monday June 23 and Tuesday August 12 we will tour New Brunswick infrastructure and landscape and take a boat trip on the Raritan River to learn more about how we monitor water quality in general and pathogen monitoring more specifically, and about solutions to divert the pollutants from our waterways. These full-day workshops will be followed up with a webinar (August 14th, 4PM EDT) to explore instructional resources related to the Lower Raritan watershed, and water quality monitoring.
At sixty strokes a minute, the paddle leaves a linear series of isolated, expanding ripples, lingering on the water’s surface, appearing like the tracks of a rabbit running in the snow. Photo by Bill Haduch
The low concrete dam spanned the shallow river to create a constant water supply for a long gone 19th century grist mill. Above the dam a placid lake was formed, its surface appeared static and reflective to disguise the current as the determined river flowed from highlands to sea level. The dam caused the river to pause its downstream journey as it pondered its escape from the impoundment. It first attempted to expand its breadth to go around the obstacle. Failing that, the river began to overflow the dam. The water flowing over the dam was now energized by its escape, and enlivened by the infusion of oxygen from its precipitous fall. The resulting white water was a sign of turbulence and the aeration reduces the density of the water making objects less buoyant. As the water fell upon itself, the weight of the falling water created a void, filled in by downstream water flowing upstream, to form a horizontal current, spinning parallel the length of the dam, known as a hydraulic.
Dam pictured has claimed lives, though it looks harmless at low water levels.
The spinning action of the hydraulic increased the downstream current’s speed. Over time, debris and sediment accumulated below the dam to force the water into one main channel to create a venturi effect which further accelerates current speed.
Warning sign above the impounded water, and a note left on my truck warning of the danger dams present to paddlers.
A couple hundred yards below the dam, the flowing water surrenders its infused energy to rely on the gradient of the river bed to continue its seaward journey.
On a bright sunny day, after a warm June rain, I decided to accompany the river on its infinite downstream journey. I placed my black carbon fiber canoe a few feet from the sandy shore in about a foot of calm water before I climbed aboard. As the river bed naturally narrowed from the wide funnel shaped expanse created by the dam, accumulated sediment and debris blocked and shifted the main flow to the far shore.
When I launch at this location, I always do an upstream ferry to experience the free energy the river supplies. A ferry will carry you across a river’s current with hardly any effort. No need to aim your boat far upstream of your intended landing while furiously fighting the current. I eased the boat into the current, bow upstream, to position it parallel to the flowing water, making it essentially invisible to the current. It is possible to sit motionless in fast water, as long as the boat remains perfectly aligned with the flow. When performing an upstream ferry, point the bow in the direction you want to go, the angle depends on the speed of the current. It feels like magic as you entice the river’s energy to reveal itself and provide a counter intuitive assist to effortlessly cross a strong current.
Water level determines the downstream course. At low levels, winding channels in the river bed own the navigable water. This day the higher water left many options.
The sleek black canoe appeared as a dark shadow on the river bed, its passage as silent as its shadow, neither left a trail or a trace.
Where the river makes a bend, the water downstream, pools, as the flow crashes headlong into the river bank. Below each significant bend, a shoal will be formed with channels generally situated tight along either shore.
Immediately after one sharp bend, marked by a high red shale cliff, a navigable narrow passage runs very tight along the right steep shale bank, shrouded by overhanging branches. At lower water levels this channel is like running a gauntlet, though preferable to dragging the boat over the protruding shoal.
When the river passes under one old steel truss bridge, the river course is such that the main current bounces off the angled bank, causing an eddy of circulating water to form on both shores. An eddy shaves flowing water from the main course and the bow of a boat can suddenly be held still by the eddy and simultaneously the stern is swept downstream to overturn the canoe. Eddy turns are a basic maneuver a paddler should master, especially in high water where an eddy is not normally formed at lower levels. Get caught by surprise in an eddy in high water or off season will make you a believer in reading a river. Find a place where eddies form at lower water levels and learn the basics of fluid dynamics and effective paddle strokes and downstream braces.
On any given day the river can deliver a surprise that was not there the day before. Specifically, strainers, treetops which fall across the river blocking passage are especially dangerous. This is where a ferry can come in handy when you round a bend and see it blocked by a fallen tree. Tangled in branches with a water filled boat or current pressing you against an immovable object is a death sentence. Water weighs a pound a pint, and a boat full of water is beyond the strength of the most fit paddler to lift.
This is where a draw comes in handy. Kept the boat upright with a desperation draw.NEVER stop paddling, keep your paddle in the water!
Obstacles avoided; a stretch of open water begs the black canoe to be pushed to the limit of its design. The paddlers fitness and form are the rate limiting factors to speed the canoe’s shadow along the light tan river bottom. At sixty strokes a minute, the paddle leaves a linear series of isolated, expanding ripples, lingering on the water’s surface, appearing like the tracks of a rabbit running in the snow.
The black canoe is the cursor I used to help read the river’s mood and understand its personality. It was a good read with many twists and turns, the imagery impressive and maybe the best never ending story ever told.
Author Joe Mish has been running wild in New Jersey since childhood when he found ways to escape his mother’s watchful eyes. He continues to trek the swamps, rivers and thickets seeking to share, with the residents and visitors, all of the state’s natural beauty hidden within full view. To read more of his writing and view more of his gorgeous photographs visit Winter Bear Rising, his wordpress blog. Joe’s series “Nature on the Raritan, Hidden in Plain View” runs monthly as part of the LRWP “Voices of the Watershed” series. Writing and photos used with permission from the author.
