The Carrs grocery store in Anchorage is always bustling at 7am on a Saturday in August. SUVs and pickups with boats in tow crowd the parking lot, and bleary-eyed men and women stand on line at the coffee bar clad in Xtra-Tuff rubber boots and Carhartt jackets. This is Alaska.
I lean over the refrigerator case and grab a twin-pack of hard-boiled eggs in a small plastic box. "You goin' fishin'?" a burly, moustached man asks me with a twinkle in his eyes. Sensing my confusion, he points at the eggs, "That's boat food!"
I laugh. "It's airplane food, actually," I explain. "I'm flying across the Inlet today."
He knows because he lives here that I'm not talking about a big commercial flight. I'll be flying in a small prop plane, and landing on some gravel bar or beach or air strip. He asks the next logical question, "Silvers?"
It's silver salmon season, and most of the boats in the parking lot are on their way to bring their owners to rivers, streams and bays for the annual ritual - conquest and consumption of the delicious and acrobatic fish. Silvers are as much fun to catch as they are to eat.
"No, I'm doing a fly-over of the proposed site for the Chuitna coal mine," I explain. Blank stare. I can tell right away that like most Anchorage residents, he has not heard of the massive development project just across the body of water that he sees every day. I've also now broached the subject of mining, which means that the "jobs vs. tree huggers" meme has just been introduced into this early morning conversation. Alaskans love pristine wilderness, but many also have an paradoxical aversion to "greenies," which are loosely defined as anyone who thinks they know what's best for other people at the expense of "progress." It's a reckless move on my part, but I'm too sleepy to overthink it, so I lay my cards on the table.
"The point is to keep it so people can continue to go fishing over there, and so there will still be fish to get," I smile.
"Well, good luck," he says with raised eyebrows, and an expression I couldn't read. Was he just being polite? Had he pegged me as a "greenie?" Did he roll his eyes behind my back? I wasn't sure.
The plan today is to fly across the mouth of the Chuitna River and upstream, seeing where the huge pyramids of coal will sit, where the conveyor belt will run to the giant offshore island that will load coal on to ships bound for Asia, and what areas will be affected by the massive development project, as the toxic byproducts of the mine make their way into the waters of Cook Inlet.
We touch down as smooth as butter on the gravel airstrip in Beluga. "You've done this before, haven't you?" I say into the microphone on my headset. "Nope, this is my first day," Bledsoe teases. "You've just never had survivors," jokes Ron Burnett, and we all laugh. Mostly.
~Bobbi Burnett at "the terminal" of the Beluga Air Strip
Ron goes to the lineup and grabs our ride - a big brown extended cab pickup with large cracks across the windshield that looks like it's been through a war that ended before I was born. "This is Beluga Brownie," he says with affection. "Picked it up 19 years ago for 375 bucks, and it still starts every time." That's all that counts in rural Alaska. This is a no-frills place, where the only question that needs answering is, "Does it work?" The elements are not kind to things made of metal, and functionality is the rule. In this world, Beluga Brownie is a treasure.
~Ron Burnett in his home
~Zach Roberts, the Burnetts and Lyn Jorgensen
Where Terry Jorgensen fishes is one of the only areas of deep water nearby. Now, PacRim plans to build a 400x600-foot metal island to offload coal exactly one foot from where his lease ends. "This coal company" as Jorgensen calls it, is ready to put a conveyor literally right over his head. Right on the beach where he fishes, he says, there will be huge pyramids of coal weighing 500,000 tons each that will sit and wait for super tankers to haul them to China.
"They admit that all the beaches will be black, and the neighborhood will be black. There's no way around it." Jorgensen sounds tired. "What most of us are worried about is the river. The Chuitna River is worth saving. A third of the water that goes into the river is going to be diverted or pumped out every day and that's just going to destroy it. So for the Tyoneks who subsistence fish on that river, and all the locals who fish on that river,... that's what's got us the most concerned. Jeez...why are we going to mine through salmon streams?" There are answers to that question, of course, and they all involve corporate profit, but none of them are answers people on the side of the fish want to hear.
Pac-Rim has promised that when it's all over, they'll clean it all up and stock the river with more salmon and it will be "even better" than before, Terry Jorgensen tells me. Lyn adds, "That'll be about 100 years from now." Little comfort, especially considering there's no record of that type of restoration ever having happened before.
~The path to the beach by Terry Jorgensen's fish site
On the other side of the river is the Native village of Tyonek (population 199), "All the people that have lived there for generations - this will probably be the demise of them," says Terry, his head down. "I've heard their comments - If this goes in, it's poison. We don't want to live where there's poison. It's sad. They've lived here a long time."
After the Exxon Valdez oil spill, the commercial fishing industry in Alaska crashed, even in areas like Upper Cook Inlet that were unaffected by the spill. Nobody wanted Alaskan fish, and prices went through the floor. The Tyoneks traditionally held about 25 commercial fishing permits before "Exxon put everybody out of business," says Jorgensen. "And like most coastal people, if you don't have commercial fishing, you don't have employment. There's nothing to do. You either work for government or you work with the fish. And what's great now, in the last three years, we finally got the tenders back. The price of fish is up a lot, compared to what it was. I think there were up to 14 of them out this year, and they're so happy to be fishing. One night, I was waiting to unload, and a Tyonek boat came up, full of kids. One girl was maybe 15, big smile on her face, and her Dad's been catching all these fish... If you go and talk to them, they're so happy. To us it's making money, but to them it's a whole bunch of things we don't understand very well. And that was the happiest boat.
~Terry Jorgensen
As the Jorgensens talk more about what their land will look like, and the noise of the helicopters that disrupts the normal patterns of the beluga whales, Terry gets up to show me a letter he received from a professional land manager, on behalf of PacRim. He reads it aloud, "During a routine examination of the relevant State of Alaska Department of Natural Resources Case File, it appears that you will need financial assistance in displacement costs relative to locating a new site."
He shakes his head in disbelief. "So, I called this guy up and told him we didn't want to move."
"This has been going on for quite a while," ponders Lyn, "and it still hasn't reached a wider audience, and that amazes me, because it's so close to home," referring to the fact that this area is so close to Anchorage, which boasts about half the population of the state. "But nobody seems to know anything about it. You ask people in Anchorage and they say, 'Huh? Where's that? Never heard of it.' Nobody seems to register that this is actually going to happen, unless they shout about it."
The lease area for the first phase of the project, I learn, is almost as big as the entire Anchorage bowl, and the pit will be mined 350 feet deep.
Ron dutifully checks his watch and tells us it's time to move on.
~The Heilman Clan by the garden
We get a tour of the gardens, which are breathtaking. Vines of orange trumpet flowers climb arches and trellises. The hum of insects is everywhere but happily they all seem far more interested in the flowers than the humans. Chickens cluck in their coop. Purple poppies and larkspur bloom, and Judy wonders aloud if her second crop of lettuce will make it before frost. "Worth a try," she says with an optimistic smile that lights up her face.
The Heilmans have lived here for decades now. "We've got a lot of blood, sweat and tears in this place," Judy tells me. Their house is about 2 miles from the proposed conveyer belt, and nine miles from the location of the open pit. Forty percent of the area of the open pit location is considered wetlands. "When they went up there looking for gravel, they couldn't dig for 10 feet anywhere around without hitting water," Larry says. Further exploration of the area early in the year revealed the existence of artesian wells. In order to mine the coal, the heaviest deposit of which is 350 feet below the surface, PacRim will have to "de-water" the area down to 400 feet, to allow equipment in. PacRim says that the project will affect the water table as far as fifteen miles away from the pit in every direction. Not only will the shallow wells that residents use be affected, but so will the entire watershed of the Chuitna River. Almost eleven miles of productive salmon stream with strong runs of king salmon and silver salmon will be completely wiped out by the mine.
And it isn't just the local fish in the Chuitna area that will be affected, Larry reminds me. Local sport fishermen and tourists flock, every year, to rivers up the inlet - the Deshka, the Little Susitna, the Yentna, the Talkeetna, and dozens more.
"All those fish will have to come past Tyonek, through the polluted water that comes down into Cook Inlet. All those fish will have to swim through this 'mixing zone.' Are they going to make it? And then they have to swim back to spawn." I wonder how excited sport fishermen and tourists will be to spend the money on fishing licenses, gear, and even plane tickets to come catch salmon that have been swimming through a bath of hydrocarbons and toxic runoff.
"You'd think the fishing industry would really be hammering this," Judy muses. They're not. Yet. We're working on it.
"And what's going to happen to the children in Tyonek? They don't have a way to get out. I always think about the kids. What are they going to do?"
~The mouth of the Chuitna River
"We get the feeling from them that they are getting more and more concerned and scared that their way of life is getting ready to go out the door if this goes through," says Larry. "Why eliminate salmon for coal? Think over the years how many hundreds of people that river has fed, and how many hundreds of thousands of people it will feed if it's just left alone."
The Heilmans have sent many letters and emails to the men at the top of this coal pile, Richard Bass and Hubert Hunt, the wealthy Texas investors who own this project. So far, they haven't heard back. Bass in particular seems to have inspired anger from the residents here. He's been here several times, and even visited the little general store. But never has he done what Zach and I are doing today - talking to people.
Bass owns the Snowbird Ski Resort in Utah, which has more than a million visits a year, and he has been the recipient of several awards for environmental excellence as it relates to the resort. An outdoorsman, Bass has climbed the highest peaks on all seven continents. The Sheldon Coleman Great Outdoors Award, one of a long string of awards he has received is "presented to an individual whose personal efforts have contributed substantially to enhancing outdoor experiences in America."
Those in Beluga note that this project will surely not "enhance" the outdoor experience of anyone. There is an ongoing effort to urge Bass to divest his interest in the PacRim project, and spend his money instead on some kind of energy project that won't devastate communities, the environment, and the salmon.
"In his area down there he gets environmental awards all the time. Why can he come up here and dirty our back yard?
"In our back yard we've got plenty of energy. We've got gas, we've got thermal, there's tidal out here in the Inlet, if they would just get their butts in gear. Put their money there instead of putting it in this dirty energy. It's just because politicians and the dirty coal guys are shaking hands - got their hands in each other's pockets, and they just won't let go. It's got to change. Us little guys all know it. Why in the Hell don't the big guys know it? Why don't they do something about it? They. I guess we are the they. We need to do it. We are the they, I guess."
The Heilmans, and the other people I've met today have been trying to get the message out. They've talked about the subject of this mine a lot. They've answered many questions, but I can tell they've never answered the one I ask next as Zach films.
"So, if Richard Bass ends up seeing this, since he's not answering your emails, what would you tell him?"
The Heilmans both laugh, imagining the scenario. And then Judy goes silent and thinks for a moment. What would she tell him? She levels her eyes at the camera and speaks to it as though she were sitting in a chair across the desk from Richard Bass in his office at the Snowbird Lodge.
"Mr. Bass you're a big damned hypocrite. How in the hell can you sit down there in your fancy house and your Snowbird Lodge, and get these awards and not even come up here and see how its going to affect our lives and our area? How can you think that this is the right thing to do - to ruin a salmon stream, ruin the fish, the water and the air. And how many people's lives will be affected by it? And you sit down there and you can't even answer a damned letter?" Her voice trembles, her eyes have filled with tears of anger and frustration, and she turns and walks away from the camera for a minute.
After she collects herself, she goes on - "Do these little children, these kids who are being raised here... do they mean anything? He's got grandkids. Would he want that in his back yard? Does he want his grandkids breathing the coal dust and having to quit fishing in the rivers next door? I just think that families are damn more important than putting coal in the rivers and in our lungs."
She loves this place with desperation, and it shows.
The people in Beluga are here because they choose this life - living in tandem with the elements, where gas is $6.50 a gallon, and if you want eggs for breakfast, or chicken for dinner it'll take more hands-on involvement than picking up a package in the grocery store. They, and their neighbors in Tyonek have a relationship with the land, their homes, the weather, the fish, the berries, that many of us will never know.
Larry walks over, and I remark on the beauty of the spot. "Now remember," he says and sweeps his hand across the view, "this is all going to be black." I feel like I've just been doused with a bucket of frigid Cook Inlet water. For a brief moment, it was just a day on the beach, and I'd almost forgotten. But, yes - this will all be black. The sand, the stones, the trees and the river, and no children will be able to tell the difference between agate and basalt, and nobody will have barbeques, or race down the beach on four wheelers. And nobody will be fishing here for sport, or for their livelihood, or for their survival.
~Zach Roberts photographs the Chuitna
I look across the Inlet to the Anchorage side. I feel like someone on the moon looking back at Earth. I can see across Cook Inlet from my kitchen window, and now I can pinpoint exactly where my house is from this beach. I've often washed dishes and looked across to this side, wondering what's over here. Now I know. And then I realize that I, like most of Anchroage, will be able to actually see the effects of this mine every day.
As we leave the beach and head back up the steep path, we stop for a moment to grab a couple pieces of coal. I look at the shiny black lump, and feel sad that this beautiful place is cursed. Back at the Heilman's house Judy has laid out a spread fit for a king. Raw vegetables, sliced reindeer sausages, cheddar goat cheese from the Mat-Su Valley, crackers and homemade smoked Chuitna river salmon dip. Dessert is a blueberry shortcake with wild berries right from the Burnett's yard, topped with whipped cream. Heaven.
Ron checks his watch again and keeps us on schedule. "They've launched," he announces, meaning that pilot Mark has taken off from Anchorage and is on his way to the airstrip to meet us. It's time to leave.
"It's hard to think about it every day," Judy tells me as we head back to the six-wheeler, and she gives me a hug. "It can't happen. Where would we go?" I have no answer.
My brain is spinning, trying to process all I've learned and seen today. It isn't that I haven't read a lot about Chuitna, but sitting in living rooms and meeting people for whom this place means everything, has made it hit home hard.
Back we fly across the slate grey water, and in minutes we are back to civilization, passing over big tanks, and buildings and roads and the port of Anchorage. We pass by the BP building and baseball fields, and houses, and we touch down smoothly where we started - back at Merrill Field.
I recently saw a local elected leader with a button that said, "I (heart) Alaska's Clean Coal," and I now hear the words of Judy Heilman in my ears. "There's nothing clean about coal. It's dirty from the time they take it out of the ground, to the time they transport to the time they burn it. There's nothing clean about it. It's an ancient technology that needs to go."
I give Bobbi a hug goodbye as Ron shakes his baseball-capped head and looks down at the ground. He asks the question that thousands have asked before - in West Virginia, and Pennsylvania, and the Amazon, and the Niger Delta, and anywhere that corporate resource development and greed has overpowered the will of local people - "Isn't it amazing how you can love something so much, and someone else can come in and tear it up and they just don't care?"
"Yes, it is," I think, and I am overwhelmed by the few hours I have just spent in a place I look at every day out my kitchen window, but until now have never been able to touch.
"Now you write a good article," he says.
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Public comments on the proposed Chuitna coal project are being accepted for review by the Alaska Department of Natural Resources. Send comments to Russell Kirkham at russell.kirkham@alaska.gov or to 550 W. 7th Ave. #920, Anchorage, Alaska 99501. Deadline is September 24, 2010. has been extended to 5pm October 13, 2010.
~Chasity and the lucky rock
*Please note that the Chuitna coal strip mine is not the CIRI Beluga coal gasification project. I am not commenting on that project, but want to avoid confusion for those who are unfamiliar with Chuitna.