National and regional award-winning journalist, photographer, and activist (Hanford, Spokane River, regional clean air issues, national nuclear weapons and waste policy). Former senior editor Camas Magazine, former client and communications director, Center for Justice, Spokane.
The late J Harlen Bretz is, for lack of a better description, the patron saint of inland Northwest geology. Early in his long career, he had the audacity to propose his explanation for the palisade-walled canyons, braided dry channels, and majestic buttes that characterize much of the lower Columbia Basin. Bretz originally referred to the catastrophic event as the “Spokane Flood” because it looked as though present-day Spokane had been the source, or at least the spigot, for a massive torrent that could explain the terrain.
Today we often refer to it as the ancient Lake Missoula floods, caused when a lake of glacial meltwater, half the size of Lake Michigan, broke though its ice dam. This happened several times during the most recent ice age, and perhaps as recently as 13,000 years ago. When these all but unimaginable floods occurred, the rampaging waves of water and ice suddenly headed toward present-day Pasco were hundreds of feet deep and traveled at speeds approaching 80 miles an hour.
About eastern Washington’s scabland canyons, Bretz wrote that the resulting “labyrinthine” pattern of ‘bare rock knobs and buttes” is “unlike any other land surfaces on the earth.”
It took Bretz nearly a half century to see his theory validated by, among other things, satellite imagery. I don’t have nearly that much time left, but even if I did I doubt I could spend enough of it in the hauntingly quiet and beautiful corners of this evident cataclysm. In the meantime, here’s Volume II. Volume I was published last year.—Tim Connor
Lindell Haggin’s passion for birds fueled her commitment to environmental activism. Now, her vivid photography adds an exclamation point.
Interview with Tim Connor
As much as anyone I know, Lindell Haggin proves the point that you don’t have to shout to be effective.
A few of her favorite birds, from our audio interview (left column):
(1) Common Moorhen(2) Great Blue Heron(3) Northern Rough-Wing Swallows(4) Song Sparrow(5) Sharp-shinned Hawk
I’ve known Lindell for 25 years and one of my favorite memories is being with her, years ago, on a bitterly cold day in late December as we were stalking birds (with binoculars) in a stream-side thicket. She’s been an Audubon Society member for most of her life and our purpose, that day, was to identify and count birds, by species, as part of Audubon’s annual, Christmas bird count.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but our most colorful songbirds are either absent in winter or, like the Washington state bird, the American Goldfinch, save their more colorful attire for the spring mating season. But the Ruby-crowned Kinglet wears its namesake, neon red crown (a mohawk, actually) year-round and we were following one, just for fun, really, as it darted from branch to branch. Kinglets barely sit still and not everybody would enjoy chasing them through a maze of young willows. But we did and, because I was clumsy and new at this, Lindell was smiling and joking as she was guiding me through the brush with whispers and gestures.
Black-capped Chickadee
“One of my favorite birds is the Chickadee. It’s got a great deal of personality. Ounce for ounce, Chickadees probably have more nerve than many larger birds, including the Bald Eagle, because they will take on just about anyone, and anything.”
–Lindell Haggin.
It was Lindell’s passion for the beautiful, intimate experiences that nature provides that drew her into being an activist. She was a member (and for her last six months, the chair) of the Spokane County Planning Commission during some of the most contentious years (2002—2005) of the county’s epic land-use battles. One irony of Spokane’s “Near Nature, Near Perfect” advertising slogan is that it would be a complete farce were it not for the persistent work of people like Lindell and her husband, Bart, who’ve devoted countless hours to resisting irresponsible and environmentally destructive development. I remember sitting in a stuffy meeting room ten years ago, as Spokane’s county commissioners, in order to placate developers, were arrogantly thumbing their noses at state law and the county’s own comprehensive land use plan. Lindell was there to testify on behalf of the Neighborhood Alliance. She delivered an unflinching protest and, when she finished, you could hear a pen drop. Actually, I think it was my pen.
On a somewhat deeper level, Lindell answers what, for me, is an elemental question about what it takes to convert love and passion into necessary civil confrontation. In short: How do nice people do hard things? Continue reading Lindell’s Lens→
Helen’s memorable luncheon at the Wisconsin Club with Renard and Harry Michaels had not quite gone according to plan. Oh, the table was perfect and the airlifted lobster had been sublime, as had the warm-from-the-oven, cracked red wheat dinner rolls and the lush tomato salad. But the casually rehearsed presentation of Murray’s wishes for Helen, on account of the awkward nature of the request, had been put off to the dessert course. Continue reading Unthinkable→
