Man oh man. Well, we found oil out there guys. But we didn't find any sea turtles. ...Yet.
As we left the mouth of the Mississippi river to head out into the gulf, we fell in behind a rather large cargo ship. I'd say it's propeller was churning at a depth of about 20 feet. Directly in it's wake was a trail of brown sludge that totally freaked all of us out. The best explanation is that there was a pocket of subsurface oil that was being drawn up in the ships prop wash. Wow! Again, as always in this fiasco, there is something devastating hidden just beneath the surface layer. All it takes to reveal it, is a bit of churning, a bit of investigation.
A bit further out we ran across a frothy snot line of dispersed oil. It was really weird to behold, guys. This is the stuff that will give me nightmares. As I have told you before, the oil is toxic, the dispersant is toxic, but when combined the toxicity increases exponentially. You may remember the video I posted earlier of the sample of seawater, crude oil, and dispersant exploding the test tube that contained it. Combustible! I wonder what it would do to the soft tissue surrounding a turtles mouth, or a dolphins blowhole? Or Obama's kids?
Not to far away from this site, we encountered a pod of extremely friendly dolphins. The good news is they seemed quite healthy and happy. I am really hoping they steer clear of the snot line!
Aside form the disappointment of not encountering a single sea turtle, the most devastating information came from a conversation with my main man, Cap'n Al Walker. You may remember him the from earlier posts.., he was the dude that finally finagled the go ahead out of bp to assemble the turtle rescue navy. His plan was to start with five boats, and then ramp up to twenty. As he embarked on this process, he was directed to interact with a makeshift board of directors and phd's. They were placed in charge of the funding and resources that Al needed to make his mission possible. Somehow they decided that the best use of these resources was to put together one boat comprised of the "right" people. For fux sake, you already know my position on this! We need every single possible boat in the water. We need every pair of able hands getting dirty. We need every mind working on possible solutions. And we need everybody involved. We need to do our best to find and rescue endangered wildlife. Bad news is, it might be to late. One boat? Give me a break!
The good news is Capn Al's a scrapper, and he is not willing to give up without a fight. He wants to take down the people that have impeded his attempts to save the lil dudes. He wants to bring to light the willful murder of hundreds and hundreds of sea turtles. All because a board of directors didn't want to ration out and share the contracts and funding to make rescue viable. He wants to sue these people so they can never be held as credible in a position like this again. I'll tell you what, Ive got his back, and I hope you do too. People like Al are the true coast guardians. It doesn't take a blue uniform. Will you guard our coasts? Pretty please?
Mad love, Brock
Sent from my edge of the Revolution!