Bukowski (yeah, I admit he’s a pretty good read).
You wonder why I always dress in black.
As part of a writing assignment for an ecocriticism class, I’ve been making weekly visits to Whatcom Falls Park. Each time I go, I visit this little waterfall and swimming hole (this isn’t Whatcom Falls).
I go to this area for contemplation and inspiration, though I’m not focusing on it in my term paper. My final product will be an exploration of the junction of the natural and the human-made, and a discussion of the idea of “redrawing maps of human behavior” as a way of preserving and restoring wild places and natural resources.
As part of my writing about this creek and the park, I will include a brief history of a petroleum pipeline that crosses directly through the park. In 1999, there was a major leak, which dumped thousands of gallons of gas into the creek. Three young boys were killed when the gas exploded - they had been playing nearby. Damage from the fire is still visible, as pictured below.