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New Times gets its feet wet examining water quality issues, a rebounding steelhead population, and the deep, dark corners of San Luis Obispo Creek [16]

BY MATT FOUNTAIN PHOTOS BY STEVE E. MILLER

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THE UPPER WATERSHED The first stop was off Old Stagecoach Road, where the city and Land Conservancy focus on bluff stabilization efforts.

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But Freddy was all for the idea of giving us a first-hand tour of the creek. For one, San Luis Obispo Creek is Freddy’s baby. He and his colleagues in city staff, the Land Conservancy of SLO County, the California Conservation Corps, the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, and countless other volunteer groups have put tireless hours into caring for its health. And it appears their efforts are working.

In this area, a robust annual steelhead migration from the ocean for spawning is an easy indicator of a healthy creek. Over the last several years, the native steelhead appear to be returning after a long decline due to both man-made and natural causes.

One doesn’t have to go far—take a peek over the Nipomo Street Bridge—to see a few healthy, two-foot-long steelhead trout skimming the surface. Give it a minute; they’re there.

Freddy said this is the result of a number of efforts by the aforementioned agencies and nonprofits. And he was more than happy to show us just what he was talking about.

But two days wasn’t going to cut it.

Unfortunately, that’s all we had. By now, the deadline was looming, and getting four of us together for however long it would take would be a challenge. And walking the entire

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t never ceases to amaze me how completely naïve journalists can be when first approaching a story.

Only too well does this writer know the pitfalls of diving headfirst into a poorly planned project, only to learn the harsh reality when it’s too late. But by then you’re waist deep in muck, with sweat pouring off your brow, and you’re cursing yourself for under-appreciating the situation.

On a starry Saturday night in May, pondering an EPA report claiming that a majority of American waterways are in poor condition, my buddy Dave Seidenzahl and I sat around the firepit in his backyard, perhaps on beer number three or so of the night, wondering if San Luis Obispo Creek was among them. Dave had a simple suggestion: Let’s actually walk the thing— from SLO all the way to where it flows out into the Pacific Ocean in Avila Beach—and take notes along the way of what we see.

“Oh, hell yes!” I perked up (that’s how I talk when I get the whiff of a good story).

“If we just did it all back-to-back, how many days do you think it would take us?”

With that, we both fell silent for a moment, the wheels in our heads slowly churning.

“I don’t know,” Dave said. “Maybe two?

Three?”

He should have known better. As a 16-year former volunteer with Central Coast Salmon Enhancement, Dave had done just that for a water quality and depth survey, though at the pace of one day every weekend for a month. But we’re gung-ho outdoorsy types, sort of, and we were just observing—and we had just finished a six-pack. Surely we could do it in two, easy. After all, we’re only talking about a roughly 12-mile stretch, hiking downstream.

But I’m not going to place all the blame on Dave. When I pitched the idea back at the office, equally gung-ho Managing Editor Ashley Schwellenbach challenged my fragile manhood.

“Two days? The creek? C’mon, I would think you could do it all in one,” she said.

Then I ran the plan past Staff Photographer Steve RESERVOIR Miller, who knew he would be right there in the CANYON Aside from water with us. He barely picturesque flinched at the idea. hiking trails, It wasn’t until Dave and Reservoir I sat down with Freddy Canyon also Otte, the city biologist has turtles! for SLO’s Natural Resources Program and Dave’s old friend from the Salmon Enhancement days, that we started to feel a tinge of caution. Freddy— who knows the creek back, forth, and sideways, and has walked it himself more times than he could count—leaned back in his seat and gave us that look that says: “Sure—

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n February, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency released results of an unprecedented sampling effort of the nation’s rivers and streams, a survey that assessed such issues as water quality conditions based on a comparison with an earlier assessment in 2004.

During the summers of 2008 and 2009, some 85 field crews sampled 1,924 rivers and streams across the country, finding that 55 percent of the nation’s waterways were in poor condition.

But that assessment was meant to take a “macro” glimpse at the nation’s waterways, EPA Press Officer David Yogi explained to New Times. It didn’t break down which particular rivers and streams it studied, but instead graded the nation in terms of nine ecoregions. In the Western Mountains— our region—which includes the Cascade, Sierra Nevada, and Pacific Coast ranges in the coastal states, 26 percent of rivers and streams were deemed in poor condition based on the lack of vital macroinvertebrates, and 21 percent were deemed in poor condition in terms of river and stream length for fish.

But take a look at San Luis Obispo Creek and you might wonder what the fuss is about. That’s significant, because San Luis Creek accounts for approximately 25 percent of the rearing habitat in the 24 watersheds of SLO County, according to the Ocean Protection Council, and is considered an “anchor watershed.”

If you’re talking about a healthy habitat in the Pacific Northwest ecosystem, a robust steelhead population is one of the best indicators, and until recently, that population was thought to be decimated to just a fraction of its historic levels.

But it seems—thanks to the coordinated efforts of various agencies, organizations, and volunteers—that the local steelhead trout (Oncorhynchus mykiss)

way downstream would send clouds of sediment along with it, obscuring the redds— those steelhead spawning sites—

from view.

So Freddy offered to take us through the main areas, during about half of which we would be going upstream. On May 17, a Friday, he would walk us through select areas in the upper watershed, around Reservoir Canyon, all the way through downtown SLO, past Los Osos Valley Road, and into the creek off of South Higuera.

Friday was supposed to be Freddy’s day off. The next day, he would have to be back at work, and Dave, Steve, and I would be on our own to make it as far toward Avila as we could.

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You couldn’t have asked for a better morning to break free from the office routine.

When Miller and I meet Freddy in the New Times parking lot, it’s 8 a.m. and the sun is already hanging low and warm in the clear sky. None of the staffers have yet arrived for the final glorious day of their workweek.

Soon Dave strolls up casually with his bag slung over his shoulder, and Freddy gives us a quick rundown of the day’s itinerary. As Dave and Freddy hop in the city truck and Steve and I in his, Staff Writer Glen Starkey, early riser he is, pulls up, coffee thermos in hand, and tosses us a quizzical glance before

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0 0.5 1 2 3 4 We merge onto Highway 101 and Miles quickly make our way up the Grade amid the frantic morning traffic. First stop, we pull left onto Old Stagecoach Road and head down the dirt road that follows alongside the creek. The scene is calm and quiet, the only traffic consisting of a bicyclist or two we pass along the way, the only noise the faint hum of highway traffic in the distance.

We reach our destination about two miles or so up, so we pull the trucks alongside the road hugging the creek bank, and Freddy unloads our cityprovided waders and boots. Because real men wear protection. Though we could have survived the water levels in the upper watershed with a simple pair of galoshes, Freddy swears that we’ll be glad we have them later. Plus, they make us look pretty legit.

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the bank, dodging oak trees and shrubs before splashing down in the shin-high water. Dave follows close behind him, followed by Steve who’s deciding whether to shoot or watch where he’s stepping.

I’m bringing up the rear, 10 feet or so behind him, notepad in hand, feverishly scribbling what Freddy’s saying while trying not to trip and make an ass of myself two minutes into our hike.

This is the formation we more or less hold throughout the day.

Freddy notes that with some of the relatively lightly vegetated banks leading up to the creek, the areas in the upper watershed can be greatly affected by grazing cattle, of which there are plenty up here, and which aren’t always well regulated. But the city is realizing—as are, to an extent, local ranchers—the significant effect that grazing cattle can have on the area. They feed on vegetation that leads to the destabilization of the banks, which in turn leads to erosion, which then leads to sediment dumping

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straight into the creek come a good rain, which leads to poor water quality and a creek that migrating steelhead can’t navigate.

Then there’s the feces.

“We pulled a dead cow out of here once,” Freddy says matter-of-factly as he steps over a downed tree. “Let’s just say ranching could be regulated better.”

I get the feeling that maintaining a good relationship with the ag community isn’t always easy for a biologist.

A little farther downstream, the creek sinks deeper into the banks, which are themselves becoming steeper and seem at points to be held together by little more than roots. With the water as shallow as it is, combating erosion in this area is a constant battle. Add to the mix pesticide and fertilizer runoff, and you have a real storm water issue.

Freddy explains that when he started with the city, storm water wasn’t considered a big issue, but since the early 2000s the State Water Resources Control Board requires storm water permits of cities and agencies that could affect the state’s watersheds.

CalTrans just renewed its permit, and the city is set to apply for its new permit in July.

We spot other hazards to the creek along the banks: invasive non-native plants, such as bog thistle, pampas grass, and French broom, which has made it all the way down to Mission Plaza, Freddy said, and which smothers native plants

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that naturally keep the banks in place.

We pass an old wooden spring box, historically used to collect and pump small amounts of water, what he calls “old-school water delivery.”

“This area here is about as natural as you can get,” Freddy says as we pass a cluster of wild turkey feathers strewn about the side of the creek.

We pass a number of downed trees, which might seem problematic for the creek; Freddy explains that they actually provide shade and nutrients, which result in some of the best natural habitats you can have.

As the water gets a bit deeper and the three of us non-biologists clumsily jockey over tree limbs and rocks, Freddy notes that he’ll sometimes do this walk with a 50-pound electro fish pack, used to temporarily knock out fish during sampling, strapped to his back. We, on the other hand, clearly need to earn our creek legs.

We find a good spot to breach the bank and return to the road, where we walk the half-mile or so back to the trucks.

Neither Steve nor Dave says anything, but I know we’re quietly thankful to be back on level ground.

We hop in the trucks and head back south about a mile, closer to the highway.

Here Freddy takes us back into the creek, to a spot with weaker flow and a shallower bottom, an example of one location that could benefit from more step pools to assist the fish on their journey.

As we head back up toward Stagecoach Road, we emerge from the brush to see a PG&E helicopter hovering over two workers on a transmission tower, part of PG&E’s effort to upgrade their vital power lines from Atascadero to SLO along the 101. Freddy notes that the city at first had “grave concerns” about how the utility planned to do the project— which hasn’t been undertaken in that spot in nearly 90 years—but that the city is pleased that their impact on the land so far has been minimal.

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population is staging a comeback.

The parties are bringing the fish back by focusing on certain issues, including sedimentation, which can greatly affect the fish’s breeding habits.

Steelhead need clean gravel beds—called redds—to spawn, and preventing erosion can keep redds from smothering in silt.

As a result, bank stabilization is a major focus.

Another is the reduction of both man-made and natural barriers to migration, including dams and weirs.

Locals have been giving increasing attention to the construction of step pools and fish ladders to assist in that migration.

Invasive species such as carp and catfish can also suck up valuable resources, as can non-native plants, which can congest waterways by taking over native species.

Creek watchers are also working with the ag community to reduce runoff caused by grazing, or polluting factors such as pesticides and fertilizers.

Of course, efforts to further remedy and beautify the creek continue—and there are plenty of opportunities for everyone to take part. First, the annual Creek Cleanup Day is held on Sept. 21 every year. The Land Conservancy of SLO County is always looking for volunteers; find more information at volunteer@lcslo.org or by calling 544-9096.

The city has a volunteer program of its own for what they call Community Involvement Projects.

For more info, give Freddy Otte a call at 781-7511.

For more information about what the California Conservation Corps has to offer, call the Los Padres District Office at 549-3561.

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massive piece of naturally formed bedrock that forms an idyllic waterfall, masking a dark and not very inviting-looking cave Freddy said is deep enough to walk into quite a distance.

We scale the bedrock, surrounded by a sea of ferns and thin grasses, the tips of which illuminate in the morning sun. Aside from scattered low-growing trees, not much else can grow in this spot, Freddy says. It’s a serpentine outcrop, characterized by poor soil quality, poor diversity, and shallow root depth that create more of wetland terrain than anything else.

But what it does provide, he says, is a good habitat for the southwestern pond turtle, which is supposed to thrive here. I scour the grasses for a sight of one, but after a minute or so, I admit defeat. Guess they’re too quick for me.

one could perceivably lay their head, there are plenty of signs. Under the Marsh Street Bridge, for example, we find lots of cardboard, muddy clothes, stuffed animals, hypodermic syringes, and Narcotics Anonymous literature.

Freddy tells us that at last year’s Creek Cleanup Day, they hauled off some 8,000 pounds of trash.

He takes us up near Toro Street, where the creek water is topping out at waist high and the creek gets pretty hard to navigate. We rely on vines at many points to make it through.

Freddy points out the retaining wall on the creek’s northern side, which is badly in need of repair, with concrete crumbling into the water.

trek that there are a few families of steelhead known to reside in the downtown area.

“They might stay here all summer,” he says.

“It’s cool, it’s deep, it’s protected, there’s plenty of oxygen, and people will throw cheese from the restaurants above.”

He also said he comes down here a few times a year, more so in recent months ahead of the new storm water permit, which requires the city to educate the restaurants’ staffs about mitigating the loss of menus, forks, and napkins to the creek.

As we walk upstream, he points out examples of some of the biggest problems in the downtown area: pigeons, swallows, and

Cuesta Park

Just as we’re emerging from the trucks at the next stop—Cuesta Park—“Mr. Steelhead” pulls into the parking lot.

Dave Highland is a 34-year veteran fish habitat specialist with the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, or Freddy’s equivalent for our region on the state level.

Turns out Highland was downtown while we were farther upstream, and he’s checking out a dead 22-inch steelhead found by a State Parks ranger in the creek nearby.

We marvel over the find while Freddy swears up and down he didn’t stage this for our tour.

Highland examines the female steelhead, which he figured probably traveled all the way upstream to our location from the ocean to lay its eggs. He explained the emaciated nature of the fish with the fact that steelhead coming upstream to breed typically won’t eat and are therefore pretty haggard by the time they make it.

“If they get this far, that’s one pretty strong fish,” Highland said.

Next, he’ll take the body back to his office and pop it in the freezer in case the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration wants to come in and take a sample for its genetics lab in Santa Cruz.

After we get over the coincidence of the find, we head down through the park to the creek, which, in this part, is very well maintained with decent flow and enough depth for a goodsized fish to easily navigate upstream.

The creek floor consists of the perfect flaky pebble silt ideal for spawning. We don’t spot any redds, but we note plenty of really little infants, so Freddy says they must be somewhere nearby, probably farther away from the congregating spots of the park.

We trudge through the creek under the tunnel for the 101 overpass at the end of San Luis Drive, which Freddy explained is an ideal working tunnel with enough depth and slope for migrating fish to easily maneuver.

“This is about the time of year we’ll start to see carcasses,” Freddy says. “But that’s good, as a survey, to see how far they are getting.”

No sooner has he spoken than we come upon—or, at first, smell—another adult steelhead, this one even larger than the first, though mostly picked to pieces by wildlife.

We call Highland, who luckily is still in the parking lot, and he comes running down to take a look.

This one’s a bit too chewed up to take back to the office, he says, but he uses the GPS to note the location, and we head back to the trucks.

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Parking back at New Times, we hop the banks by the Marsh Street Bridge, one of the most heavily patrolled areas for homeless encampments, and head upstream.

Sooner or later we knew we were going to encounter the encampments—and lots of garbage, which, up to this point, has been minimal—and sure enough, under every bridge, at every spot of level ground where

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THE OVERPASS The creek will be a bustling place when the city begins its widening project of the Los Osos Valley Road/Highway 101 interchange.

He said the city has been looking at installing a new one for the last five years, one that would be self-mitigating and undercut enough to keep some overhang for native red-legged frog habitat.

We emerge—some of us with much difficulty—at the entrance of the Dallidet Adobe and strut, in full wader attire, back to the New Times parking lot for our brownbagged lunches.

Next, we strut our stuff—again in full wader attire—down Higuera Street into the middle of the lunchtime rush, headed toward the Broad Street Bridge. We get funny looks, to say the least, from just about everyone we pass. But no one says anything. Hey, we’re on the job.

“We’re definitely making a fashion statement,” Steve quips as we casually pass a family with a little girl who looks mortified before shying away.

Descending the bridge, Freddy notes that it’s looking pretty good—no garbage, good flow, shin-high depth. From the top, we notice right away a good foot-long steelhead amid the smaller infants and two- to four-inchers.

Freddy has said since the beginning of our

at night, bats. The city has an ongoing effort under bridges and overhangs to block off roosting areas with wire netting.

Ironically, as we walked below the Chorro Street building now housing Luna Red, we discovered evidence of a redd in shallow water, with the silt on the creek floor parted in a circular shape, as if by a tail. We cautiously step around the area as we enter the infamous tunnel that runs under nearly three blocks of downtown, known by many as “Deep Dark.”

If the name doesn’t say it all, it truly is just that: It seems to go forever, the water is relatively deep throughout, and it gets pitch black somewhere in the middle. At its beginning, however, there’s enough light to make out just how old the city’s design is.

“We’re truly in the underbelly of SLO,” I tell Dave as we fall behind the rest of the group.

We catch up to Freddy pointing his flashlight toward the ceiling, pointing out street water pouring straight into the creek.

“All kinds of stuff comes in off the streets,” Freddy says.

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buildings above, one clearly a toilet line; plenty of intertwined cobwebs that look as if they’ve been there so long and attracted so much dust and debris we could twist them into rope with our hands; and lastly, the bat boxes. In order to keep the bats from nesting and breeding in sensitive areas that contain piping, the city installed boxes that look like pieces of plywood attached to the crossbeams with enough space—about an inch— in between that bats wedge right into.

The air is humid and smells like your grandparents’ attic. Our voices echo off the old set-stone walls and waft around us. Floating in the various step pools below us—which grow increasingly deep—are steadily moving gyres of wrappers, beer bottles, and needles.

About a third of the way through, we stand below an opening to the backside of the Court Street buildings— one of the windows in the old McCarthy’s bathroom above—and breathe in the slightest hint of fresh air.

As we press on, the “dark” comes into play and it grows nearly pitch black. The walkable parts of the step pools thin out to the sides of the walls, and it becomes increasingly difficult to navigate. Of course, Freddy is the only one smart enough to bring a flashlight, so the rest of us pull out our cell phones, grip them for dear life, and use them for light.

The downtown section of the creek has come a long way from the days prior to the Cold Canyon Landfill when it was used as an impromptu dump by residents and as a receptacle for detergents and other waste from downtown businesses. A 1966 biological survey by the Regional Water Quality Control Board described the experience of walking this part of the creek as aesthetically “disgusting.”

Soon we emerge at the banks of the creek next to Firestone Grill and make our way back to the trucks.

But first we get some coffee to refuel.

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is packed and again people stop and stare as we get out and walk straight for the tall reeds and vegetation surrounding the creek, which runs under the highway.

On the walk over, I ever so gently brush against what I later learn is stinging nettle. For the rest of the day I have a nice burning rash on my arm. Creek walkers beware.

We notice that the creek is flowing pretty well over here, and at about stomach-height in certain parts.

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Regardless of whether you morally approve, however, you have to Conservancy on silt removal in this area for the last hand it to a few of these guys, five years, Land Conservancy Project Manager Carlos whoever they are: Some of them are downright creative.

Torres tells me later.

People who spend their free time under bridges have to The long-term plan is to acquire some of this land be creative, right? for the Bob Jones Trail, but in the meantime, the The highway overpass across from the apple orchards LOVR widening project will keep the area busy. would qualify as bearing some of this creativity. “A We approach the overpass to gauge what the new war raging dppp inside my head” is pretty insightful, configuration will look like, and lo and behold, a lone methinks. I just hope whoever wrote that little gem isn’t tent held up by Arundo bamboo sits alone underneath, the same A-hole who left a bunch of empty spray cans on the campsite remarkably clean. Nobody’s home. the side of the creek.

We walk up over to the city’s old chorine treatment Some of my other favorite thought-provoking ditties plant, which sits idle as it’s now used mainly for storage. came earlier in the walk, seen at the entrance of Deep Beyond the plant, we see another set of step pools Dark (“Beware: Zombies—>), near the middle of Deep installed by Land Conservancy volunteers.

Dark (“What are you doing in such a dank place as It’s almost 5 p.m. when we get back to the trucks, and this?”), and under the San Luis Drive overpass in Freddy’s got to get going. He kindly allows us to keep Cuesta Park (“God is Gay”). the waders for the weekend should we want to push on tomorrow. Of course, we do, but we’ve since cozied up to Marre Dam the idea of doing this journey in segments. He gives us a With the afternoon sun burning through our waders quick rundown and we thank him for taking his day off and the rash on my arm burning through my patience, to show us parts of the creek we—along with 99 percent we walk the bike path to the Marre Dam, and Avila of most city residents—would never have seen otherwise. residents out for a stroll again give us the “what are you As he’s walking toward his truck, Freddy looks back and shoots a glance that tells us he’s as stoked as we are. weirdos doing?” treatment. But by now, we don’t care. We came to see the Marre Dam! “This is like Xanadu to me,” he says. “There are huge A 10-minute walk later, and there it is. If we thought opportunities that we have here—and we’re going to we were going to walk the entire creek—no matter how make it even better.” many days it took us—the only way we were getting close to that dam would be by kayak or snorkel.

San Luis Bay Drive We sit on the fish ladder on the dam’s north side, The next day, Steve, Dave, and I get something of a cooling the lower half of our bodies in the shade, and we late start and head out with damp waders to San Luis notice a notch on the other end, a mechanism that will Bay Drive, where—Meredith Hardy, fish specialist be opened every winter as the steelhead are migrating for the local Los Padres District of the California up the creek. The project was completed just two weeks Conservation Corps, later explains—the CCC had ago, headed up by Torres and his crew at the Land conducted a snorkel survey of steelhead populations, as Conservancy of SLO County. well as a bank restoration project.

In the end, what Dave, Steve, and I agree on is that Not only did they see plenty of steelhead, Hardy the creek is less of a dumping ground than we’ve been explains later, they actually witnessed one spawning. led to believe from all we’ve heard. On the contrary, And we can see why: The water is as clear as we had certain parts are as beautiful and seemingly secluded seen it so far and flowing strongly, there’s plenty of as any campsite I’ve been to, and no two sections vegetation to provide nutrients, the willows create a we observed were alike, each bearing a character, shady canopy, and the creek doesn’t exceed knee height. a temperature, a smell, and—as Freddy said—an opportunity all its own. ∆

HOT DAM The Marre Dam in Avila Beach just got a new notch—thanks to the volunteers at the Land Conservancy— of SLO County that will allow the steelhead to migrate upstream.

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As we pull into the parking lot for the Bob Jones Trail, near Salisbury Vineyards on Ontario Road, the place

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We park the trucks across from the strawberry fields on LOVR and make our way to another area the city frequently patrols for transient camps. Freddy concedes that not all camps are bad or dirty, but it’s his duty to warn inhabitants of the danger of camping close to the creek, which can rise on the turn of a dime given the right weather conditions and wash someone and their belongings clear out to Avila Beach. It’s happened.

This section just south of LOVR is much wider than anything upstream, with a strong flow. Here, Freddy says, the water quality is quite good: “not quite drinking quality, but close.” Approximately half the water here comes from the wastewater treatment plant. He also added that about 40 percent of steelhead spawning occurs from here downstream.

The wastewater facility discharges a dry-year monthly average of 5.1 millions of gallons per day into the creek about seven miles upstream from the creek mouth at Avila Beach. The city recently proposed to decrease that amount by diverting the treated water to irrigation and other uses.

When we jump in about quarter mile south of the overpass, the water is more or less waist high, and we work very slowly upstream, ducking the overgrown vegetation and eucalyptus trees and grabbing on to the Arundo donax bamboo that grows in abundance. Steve notices castor oil plants, the seeds from which the toxin ricin is derived. A large carp darts out from the banks as we pass.

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