I've long wondered just what it would look like to have some free flowing tree-lined creek through the core of downtown, now right next to the new City Hall complex! But this looks like it might conflict with current Port of Olympia projects at the mouth. Might need to act fast...

Hi, I am new to this site, but was encouraged to join when I read your threads on the daylighting of Indian/Moxlie Creek. I am currently a student at Evergreen and have been studying and monitoring the lower reaches of the creek(s). I am curious if you have had any further developments, and if your group is still meeting? If so I would be interested in attending and/or contributing what I can. Keep up the good work, and damn the (fish unfriendly)culverts..full stream ahead.

I would certainly be willing to do what I can. Keep me abreast of the next meeting.

Just that...

Best,
Thad

The Salmon Underneath the City

What are they doing down there but unsettling me,

swimming through that seamless dark:

passing into the culvert and under the boat shop,

under the Cadillac dealership with its ghost fins.

Under the backyard, under the parking lot

where milk trucks are bedded down with dogs; at night

electricity floods the wires above the chainlink.

And sometimes I study the garden's broken dirt

to detect the groundswell of their passage.

Or I walk out to the cedars where the culvert

feeds them back to Moxlie Creek. But so far,

nothing. Except one I saw leap

from the water in a perfect, frizzled crescent,

there where the stub of silver pipe ungutters

in the bay. The guy who'd hooked it

showed me the telltale black gums in its mouth,

after I'd watched him palm a rock and bring it down

hard on the skull, watched the fish relinquish

then sigh all its living out. That was weeks ago

and ever since I've listened for the wilderness

they make of their compulsion, of their one idea:

Against. Under the milk yard, where the dogs' chops

quiver, and the wires sing with what moves through

and makes them full (on rainy nights,

even the hardware glistens). And sometimes I find myself

stalled under a street lamp, snagged by the curb

like a yellow leaf. Crouched there to look

where a storm grate opens over these dark waters.

From the collection of poems, The Oldest Map with the Name America, by 

Lucia Perillo 

Seems there are many different ways to do so. I'll catch you up later. In otherwords, not much happened. As you can see, I am spending a little time digging up and organizing resources and other info. If you come across anything, let me know and I'll add it to the post. By the way, the poet Lucia Perillo is a local.

Sorry I couldn't make it, I didn't get off of work until 7:30. Anything amazing happen?

so probably won't be out tonight. Flyfreeasabird is involved with TerraCommons, a group that I'm getting to know right now, and as I mentioned would probably be interested.

Let's just keep at it, and post anything we learn or decide here until we figure out a better format. Maybe the best way to keep this process open and community driven is to pass everything through the blog. blah blah blah

How was the meeting? Next week my schedule should be somewhat normal so I should be there. I talked about the project to my new boss (Agua Tierra). We didn't have time for a real discussion about it, but he expressed a interest, and said he'd be down to come to a meeting. He might have some good info, and some good contacts that he would share with us.