Gryes of the World, and Great Pacific Garbage Patch

gyresmap I have been obsessing about the “garbage patches” in the gyres of the world since reading some information about them I hadn’t previously heard. In the book “The World Without Us”, by Alan Weisman, he tells the story about Captain Charles Moore, who in 1997 inadvertently steered himself into the largest collection of garbage in the ocean, a spot in the North Pacific Gyre that scientists termed the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. This patch, like others in the ocean, is formed by a combination of factors: rotating patterns of hot wind, resulting in circular currents in the ocean swirling into a vortex, and then the accumulation of trash from our rivers that empty into the ocean, as well as trash that is dumped directly from ocean-going vessels being sucked into the circulating vortex, like a big giant toilet that won’t flush.
The current size of this patch is estimated to be about twice the size of Texas, although it is hard to measure precisely. In 2005, Captain Moore began making references to it encompassing 10 million square miles – nearly the size of Africa. By this time, Moore had formed the Algalita Marine Research Foundation to study this patch and try to find a way to remedy it. Moore’s original estimate of the amount of trash in this pacific gyre was initially 3 million tons of plastic; an estimate corroborated by the Navy. Later, he went back with a trawling device and realized it was much more than that, and that the ocean in this spot carried six times more plastic by weight than plankton. It is suspected that 80% of the trash inside this patch, and the other large patch like it on the other side of the earth, originates from the land: flying away from landfills, dumped into our rivers, plastic bags on a runaway mission to join this collection and entangle marine mammals. The remaining 20% comes from ocean vessels, which contribute a shocking amount: a typical 3,000 passenger cruise ship produces over eight tons of solid waste weekly, a portion of which ends up in the patch. As early as 1975, it was estimated that ocean going vessels were dumping an average of 8 million pounds of plastic annually. More recent research quoted in Weisman’s book suggests the merchant fleet is dumping about 639,000 plastic containers every day.
The sad fact is that the ocean life is being affected in alarming ways from this.  “Ghost” fishing lines and nets can entrap ocean animals.  Animals get the plastic caught up on them and suffer as a result.  Also, the plastic bits in the trash are ending up in all parts of the food chain.  Some of the plastic slowly breaks down by the process of photosynthesis and ends up in small particles at the surface of the ocean, where it is consumed by filter feeders.  Small nurdles of plastic (nurdles are the tiny pieces of pre-production plastic resin) are consumed by krill, which then die prematurely.  These nurdles make up a good portion of the garbage patches, and act like sponges for toxins such as PCB and DDE, which then intensify as they attach to the nurdles, becoming 100 million times higher in levels than surrounding seawater.  Puffins have been found with this alarmingly high amounts of PCBs and DDE as a result of consuming these nurdles.  Seabirds are found dead with stomaches full of plastic.animal impact plasticSince at least 2008, concerned scientific groups have been trying to come up with a solution on how to clean up these areas.  Some of the ideas are really promising, like an idea presented at TEDxDelft2012 by a Dutch Aerospace Engineer named Boyan Slat that proposed using surface currents to let the debris drift to specially designed arms and collection platforms. Running costs would be virtually zero, and  the operation be so efficient that it may even be profitable. According to Boyan Slat’s calculations, a gyre could realistically be cleaned up in five years’ time, collecting at least 7.25 million tons of plastic combining all gyres.

Without a radical change to our plastics practices, though, it might be a futile attempt.  We need ways to package food to keep it fresh and free of bacteria that is truly biodegradable and will not contaminate our oceans and our earth as it decomposes.  We need to figure out ways to keep our trash in our landfills and not in our oceans.

For more information, see:
http://5gyres.org/what_is_the_issue/the_solution/

Grandfather Caches of Massachusetts

canoe launch

I found myself in Massachusetts over the weekend, and I had some time on my hands to go exploring. What else would I rather do than go find grandfather caches in the woods?

In case you have missed the definition of the term, a “grandfather” cache is one of the active original caches hidden within the first four months of geocaching’s birth. I have a list of them up there on the top called the 100 Oldest Active Geocaches. I try to find them whenever I can, to get them off my “to-do” list before they get archived, although these are truly the ones that have stood the test of time.

main trail

When I realized I was able to spend some time caching in this beautiful state, I looked at my list to see which of these grandfather caches were nearby. There were potentially up to four of them in the vicinity of my drive, but I also was doing other things and didn’t have the whole time to cache. On Friday I found Camera Cache, and on Saturday I found Lowell, aka Second Mass. These pictures here are from the latter.

I actually would have found them both Friday, but I had trouble finding the parking spot to Great Brook Farm State Park, where this second cache is located.  They posted parking coords on the cache page, but it didn’t help me because my GPS was not working, and I didn’t know how to mark or follow coordinates, and not just waypoints, on my smartphone. I drove down shady lanes trying to find the parking lot according to Google Navigation, but I could not find this elusive spot.  That night at the hotel I googled the location of the parking lot, and figured it out, and made the short hike the next day.

boardwalkThe trail starts at the canoe launch in the first picture, then one takes the main trail up about a quarter of a mile before turning off on a side trail. The trail was very reminiscent of the piney woods of Huntsville State Park, except with large boulders.  It was essentially also a pine forest that was found here, something that surprised me because I was expecting hardwoods.

The cache itself was a classic large ammo can, tucked into a rock covering near one of the infamous stone walls of New England.  In this book I am reading, “The World Without Us”, by Alan Weisman, he talks about how the stone walls of New England cover some 260,000 miles.  They were present in all the little nature preserves, arboretums, and parks I visited in my little tour of New England.

J was a little worried about me hiking all by myself in this big ole forest with my recent leg issues, but my leg felt great and there were lots of families out enjoying the nice weather in this park.  Apparently during the right time of year, you can follow the trail to the end, where there is a working dairy and ice cream shop.  I didn’t know that at the time but next time I go back, I might check it out.  I did venture over to the other side of the street from the parking lot, to another trail, where I found little woodcutter’s cabins tucked back next to rolling brooks.

The other grandfather cache, the one I found the day before, Camera Cache, was a lot less camera cache 1exciting but still a cool little classic.  For this one, I drove to the back of a sunny park in Shrewsbury, MA and parked my car next to a concrete road block.  I walked about 0.13 miles down a little wooded trail that lay between two fields, currently being used for lacrosse practice.  Four players ran shoulder to shoulder around the fields to my left, while on the right, the coach gave me the hairy eyeball while two of his players searched for a missing ball in the nearby thicket.

The coords were a little off, but the hint helped me find the ammo box located along, again, the stone wall along the forests edge.  As I was signing the log and preparing to put the cache back, a great swarm of lacrosse players spilled out from the tennis courts behind me, and came running alongside me, nary giving me a glance, on their way to join the few already on the practice fields.  I had to wait for several minutes for the horde to pass before being able to put the cache back unnoticed.

Shrewsbury on a mild spring day seemed to be a place for boys; all through town, I saw groups of boys jogging, practicing sports, riding in cars, eating ice creams.  It was very interesting, and made me wonder where the girls were in this town.

These caches were the 50th and 52nd oldest active caches, according to my list.  They were great little adventures, not difficult to get to, yet giving one a perspective of the area they were in.  In my next trip to New England, I want to get the other grandfather caches in the area, and do some more exploring of the Great Brook Farm Park.  I also want to have other New England adventures, like exploring Walden Pond, the exit for which I saw a few times and was tempted.  No matter how much you explore, there is always more to see in this great big land we live in.

second lowell

 

Future Plans May Include…

So, I am mostly improved from my injury and basically walking again.  I am still having a little problem with negotiating grade changes; yesterday I was unable to make it up a very small hill to get into the woods to go caching, and J told me I was pushing myself too hard and needed to slow down and wait until I was ready.  I have a small limp but some people have told me that they wouldn’t have noticed it if I didn’t tell them about it.  I can go up and down stairs, but not with my feet working individually – I have to hold on to the hand rail and go one step at a time.  Also, my foot is still having some issues with swelling and I have a suture abscess on one area that I am still fighting.  I was finally able to put on some dress shoes (have only been able to wear one set of tennis shoes), but I couldn’t actually wear them to church because when I walked in them, they were putting a lot of pressure on the side of my ankle where I had the metal plate put in.

I’ve been spending a little bit more time outside – we participated in another CITO event yesterday, been doing a little geocaching on the weekends, some chores around the house, but I haven’t been hiking or even made it for a walk around the block yet.  I have been dreaming about what I want to do when I am fully recovered.  These dreams have helped me deal with my time in recovery, and are the impetus to working hard in physical therapy to get to 100%.  These are goals I have set for my future – I don’t know when, but somehow over the next ten years I want to work my way through the list.

1. Weekend backpacking trip on the Lone Star Trail

2. Thru hike the Lone Star Trail

3. Day or weekend hike in Glacier National Park

4.  Journey to Alaska

5. Journey to Hawaii

6.  Ride that horse again

7.  Hike the Appalachian Trail – maybe in pieces, maybe all the way thru if I could figure out how to make it work without giving up my day job

8.  Get my passport and save for a foreign trip:  New Zealand, Australia, and/or Scotland

9.  Run a 5K again, with my son preferrably

10.  Pass up cookcachers and my brother with number of caching finds (they are both about 400 ahead of me)

 

CITO: The Plastic Bag Conundrum

This weekend, our family participated in a CITO event, which is basically a “clean up the Earth” party, or a “trash bash”.  We also plan to attend a few more of these in the upcoming weeks, and also are planning one for the Cub Scout Den we are working with.  This was my ninth time to participate in a CITO event (short for “Cache In-Trash Out), but this is the first time I really got to thinking about how “earth friendly” it really is.

To get the “smiley” for the event, we show up and get our trash bag.  We put on some gloves and carry around a trash bag and put trash in it, and then throw it away in the dumpster and feel all good about ourselves afterwards.  At the last CITO we were at, and probably quite a few of the ones previous, people were walking around with mostly empty trash bags and then disposing of them within a short time period without filling them up.  It seems a little ironic.

What happens after that?  The trash gets taken to a landfill, and then it takes the plastic bag the trash is in about 400 to 1000 years to break down into the environment, if it ever actually does at all. We also need to think about what we are adding to our landfills.  Even though more is being recycled than ever before, our waste has been tripling due to packaging used for the goods we buy.

I propose that at future CITOs, we use paper bags or biodegradable bags.  This will better serve our intentions of being good to the Earth by removing some of the junk on it, without adding to the problem.