#salmon creek

[imlivingmylife]

The Bob

Montana

[charlesbeckart]

Charles Beck - Salmon Creek Village

This was painted sometime during the 1970s on site. I had it stored for years then discovered it under the stair case in the studio. I also found some of my written notes about the interaction of viewers as they passed by while I was painting.

A neighbor bicycles past me. "Hi," he says, "The medium is the message," (typical 70s remark). He looks longer then says, "Hey, that's really good," and pedals away.

A horn blares. A youth leans out the window of a station wagon and yells, "Hey, you fucking asshole." I assume he is referring to me. Another voice from the car says, "Say, man, that's a really good picture." They speed on.

I sense someone is looking at me. I turn. It is a man with a pack on his back watching quietly. He leaves.

Another car, foreign compact, drives up. A man and woman hop out. Their child who is left in the car yells, "Mommy, I want to see the picture too."

They all leave and I head to our house that is painted on the canvas.

[mareislandfoundation]

Stranded!

Over 100 years ago a submarine operating out of Mare Island Naval Shipyard beached outside of Humboldt Bay and the initial attempts by the Navy to refloat and tow her out to sea failed spectacularly.  However, following the Navy’s failure, the salvage was turned over to a veteran logger who rejected the notion of fighting the waves and current involved in towing the 400-ton submarine back out to sea.  Contrary to the Navy’s approach, he looked to drag the submarine across the South Spit of Humboldt Bay and relaunch it into the protected waters of the bay.

In late December 1916 Mare Island Naval Shipyard was hurriedly preparing the Protected Cruiser USS Milwaukee (C-21) For deployment on a rescue mission 250 miles up the coast off Eureka, California. The ship had been built ten years before at San Francisco’s Union Iron Works and now workers at Mare Island Naval Shipyard were busy attaching a half mile long 2 inch thick 24-ton steel cable to the ship and securing it to the after 8” gun turret. The cable had to be secured to the gun turret as no cleat or bollard on the ship could withstand the full 21,000 horsepower the ships triple expansion steam engines generated; however, as it turned out, that cable would be death of the ship.

Milwaukee was being urgently dispatched to salvage the submarine H-3 that was stranded on Samoa Beach across from the Northern California City of Eureka.  Earlier, on the morning of December 14, submarine H-3 with her sister submarines H-1 and H-2 and their tender the monitor CHEYENNE were off the Northern California port of Eureka. They were to survey the harbor as a potential location for a submarine flotilla. At about 8:30 in the morning the captain of the H-3 was blinded by fog and not in visual contact with the other ships in the small fleet. His dead reckoning placed the submarine off the tiny opening into the harbor and he began inching the submarine eastward to search for the entrance. With his leadman taking constant readings a sleeper wave lifted the submarine thrusting it forward where it then grounded on a shoal. All astern was immediately ordered, but it was to no avail. Wave after wave drove the H-3 further ashore and turned her until she was parallel with the shoreline. The waves then began destroying her bridge and rolling her from side to side throwing the men inside against internal projections. Water pored through the bridge opening requiring that the hatch be secured as the men inside fought fires and chlorine gas caused by the seawater entering the battery compartment. With the hatch closed, the 25 men on the submarine were confined within their convulsing prison until help could arrive.

That help would be hours away as the nearest Coast Guard Station was located on the other side of the harbor entrance and rescuers had to travel around the entire harbor (about 25 miles) to get to the stranded sub. In the meantime, waves continued to push the submarine further towards the shore and into the breakers. By late afternoon a breach line had been attached to the conning tower of the submarine and the crew members began to be hauled across the 100 yards of breaking surf to the beach. As they were pulled to shore waves were rolling the submarine from side-to-side slackening and tightening the line causing the men to be dipped into the sea so often that when they reached shore most were half conscious. Despite the danger, all were saved by days end and were under care for any injuries suffered. With the rescue complete attention now shifted to salvaging the H-3.

For the next five days the CHEYENNE, a Coast Guard cutter, and two tugs tried in vain to haul the H-3 off the beach. The Navy then solicited bids from private salvagers. Those bids ranged from $18,000 to over $100,000. The low bidder was a man with many years logging experience who wanted to skid the sub a mile over the Samoa peninsula to the calm waters of the harbor.in the same manner he moved massive redwood trees.  The bids were all rejected, and the Navy decided to do the job themselves with the powerful protected cruiser Milwaukee. The Milwaukee arrived on scene on January 9 and began the process of attaching the 24-ton tow line to the H-3. The plan was to tow the H-3 back to sea at high tide at 3:23 am on January 13. In the pitch black of the morning the Milwaukee took a strain on the line as she headed out to sea. She was assisted by the CHEYENNE and a small tug who were pulling her to starboard to counteract the effect of the wind, current and waves that were all pushing her to port. As the Milwaukee churned the ocean to froth the H-3 refused to budge. Then, the hawser from the Cheyenne parted. The remaining small tug was no longer able to hold the Milwaukee against the current by itself, and the waves and wind began swinging the Milwaukee to port anchored by the H-3. Urgent orders to cut the tow cable could not be completed in time and the Milwaukee swung in an arc around the H-3 until she too was grounded. It was going to be another long day for the Coast Guard rescue station.  Although the immediate situation was not urgent, there were now 450 men stranded and in need of rescue through the surf.

The Milwaukee itself was not salvageable.

Eventually a temporary pier was built from shore out to the wreck and everything that could be carried off was taken and transported back to Mare Island for use on other ships. Meanwhile, the Navy, after originally deciding that the logger’s $18,000 bid could not possibly be executed, changed their mind and decided to retain him to haul the submarine over the sand peninsula to the harbor. True to his word, the logger hauled the H-3 into the harbor and refloated her.  She was then taken to Mare Island Naval Shipyard for repairs.

Dennis Kelly

[nebulousnoiz]

Hip in San Francisco Inspiration for a mid-sized coastal gray two-story wood exterior home remodel with a hip roof

[departmentofinteriors]

salmon creek farm

[seabeck]

The radioisotope experiments on that lake near me are fascinating in so many ways but mostly in the Jurassic park/chaos theory aspect.

The lake’s outlet was dredged, beavers removed, and fish species (native and otherwise) poisoned in an attempt to control nature and minimize manipulated variables. Then the steelhead they put in decided to be rainbow trout and wouldn’t go to sea. The lake was poisoned again to hopefully start over with a clean slate.

After that, they put in steelhead x rainbow trout hybrids (they’re the same species!! Literally the same!!) and numerous were eaten by steelheads that had managed to survive. And ofc these “hybrids” didn’t want to go to sea either (“the rainbow trout genes were dominant”) so they poison the lake again and put in sockeye who ate so much and grew so quickly it threw off their life cycle and also didn’t want to go to sea!

If you go there now the beavers are back and the creek has returned to a natural state. Nature Life uh finds a way.

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

brothers... by Mac Danzig Photography Via Flickr:

[hyperioncorps]

LIVE SALMON — ayum creek : gifs edited by me, please link back to source !!

[briargeese]

The salmon are spawning in the little creek I grew up playing in. They are amazingly hard to see unless they are moving. When still, they look like a log in the water.

[wingedjewels]

Osprey with a Trout catch!! by Debbie Meader Via Flickr: An Osprey just coming out of the water at Klineline Pond with a Trout meal. Photo taken this Spring at Salmon Creek Regional Park/Klineline Pond. Osprey are awesome fishers and fun to watch and photograph.

[graveyardrabbit]

salmon swimming up Los Gatos Creek

Campbell, CA

[galaxiadecima]

If you're planning on travelling to the Shuswap/Okanagan right now for 'vacation', then please, do not. You are not welcome right now. Keep traffic as much to a minimum as you possibly can while locals and families try and figure out their next steps to safety and security.

Meme under the cut because I've been crying for hours.

[charlesbeckart]

Charles Beck - Sandbar and Salmon Creek

Rain has filled the creeks and the creeks have spilled into the sea again this winter, exposing the sandbars next to the dunes and bluffs of Salmon Creek. Water, gravel, sand, and sky.

[keldjinfae]

I was tagged by the indomitable-not-abominable @renmackree to pick a random image from my camera roll. Most of it is comprised of animals or landscapes, but this one is an "accidental dick pic" of my sister, that she took of herself while she was trying to capture yet another view of one of our favorite places, the salt marsh. Fun fact: I either come up with a lot of my fic ideas or write them out while I'm in the swamp.

If they would like to participate, then I have tags for @dear-massacre @nerdherderette @oldefashioned @ice-mage and @vmures

[mobilefruit-gundam]

Just had one of those experiences that pierces my nihilist’s heart. 31 years around these creeks and tributaries and I just saw salmon running to spawn for the first time. Knocked me on my ass watching them, I don’t have the words for it yet but that’s something that will stick with me forever.

[departmentofinteriors]

salmon creek farm