Andrew Gulliford Column September 21, 2008

Trashy vacation at Lake Powell highlights need for stricter rules

STATELINE MARINA, Lake Powell, Arizona: What was I doing in 100-degree August heat wearing river sandals and walking the shores of Lake Powell through cockleburs, thistles, tumbleweed and tamarisk?

Why, trolling for trash, of course!

I had joined Volunteers-in-Parks for the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area and we were aboard the 52-foot-long Trash Tracker Houseboat, patrolling the coves and bays of Lake Powell and collecting everything from cigarette butts to junk the size of refrigerators.

Our fleet included a houseboat complete with gas barbeque grill, two bathrooms and two refrigerators, an aging, aluminum National Park Service flat-bottomed barge named “The Eliminator,” and a battered fiberglass motorboat christened, “The Minnow.” With two captains, Bruce and Pat George from Camp Verde, Ariz., and a four-person crew, our goal was to scour the southern shoreline of Lake Powell in a unique eco-vacation whose goal was to give back to public lands

Conceived 19 years ago by Steve Ward of Lake Powell Resorts and Marinas, operated by ARAMARK,
Lake Powell’s concessionaire, the Trash Tracker program has been enormously successful in cleaning up what environmentalists have dubbed “Lake Foul.” ARAMARK provides the houseboat, the runabout, all gas, ice, and coffee; the sturdy NPS “Eliminator” contains brushes, shovels, sledges, hammers, wrenches, hacksaws, grabens and long-handled nets. Volunteers provide the enthusiasm and muscle on five-day trips.Volunteer and third-grade teacher Eric Martinez from Yucaipa, Calif., smiles and says, “Trash Tracker launch day is my favorite day of the year. We’re on a houseboat with a captain and it’s free.” Martinez explains, “We like to find things that are unusual.”

Captain Bruce George adds, “The bigger the better.” Indeed, it’s a lot like treasure hunting and beers found floating in abandoned ice chests do taste better than those purchased at Basha’s Supermarket in Page.

The Colorado River drains 246,000 square miles and Lake Powell’s 1,960 mile shoreline is longer than the entire coast of California, Oregon, and Washington.

Plastic water bottles abound on that shoreline and, Pat George notes, “We’ve found every kind of toy you can imagine and it’s amazing how many different kind of balls there are.”

Every day brings excitement for new finds, from 20 yards or so above the water line and even a mile back into side canyons. On previous trips in 113 degree heat, the crew found a 55 gallon drum full of sand and muck, a houseboat waterslide a mile away from water, the rusty drive chain off a Dodge half-track truck, refrigerators, ping-pong tables, boats and a full set of golf clubs.

Golf balls are as ubiquitous as beer cans. Each morning we had breakfast, headed out to locate debris from Americanus Slobvious, that unique human species who frequents Lake Powell, illegally sets off fireworks, builds and abandons numerous fire rings, and leaves pounds of human feces on sandbars and beaches. His tracks are easy to find.

Despite rigorous enforcement of “Leave No Trace” backcountry ethics on Western rivers, where porta-potties and fire pans are mandatory and used by river runners, anything goes at Lake Powell. And it shows.

The amount of garbage recovered annually by the Trash Tracker program averages between 50,000 and 60,000 pounds.

On our shift, we patrolled Gunsight and West Canyons, Friendship Cove and the Main Channel. We found busted water balloons, air mattresses, sandals, sunglasses, tent stakes, bras, bullets, caps, cigars and vintage fish lures. Our biggest find was the first day out, when we became as excited as pirates who’d just boarded a cruise ship. Off the main channel, a flash of white plastic reflecting the sun meant a quick turn into a small rocky outcrop where we hit the jackpot: the entire top of a houseboat. The flying bridge, had blown off in one of Lake Powell’s legendary windstorms. There it was, a twisted pile of fiberglass, metal supports, wiring, plastic, and even the upper bridge complete with steering wheel. What a catch!

We fairly flew off the aluminum barge to gather up the debris, and it took four of us to wrestle the longer pieces out of the sand. I was prepared for rattlesnakes hiding in tamarisk along the beaches, but no one had warned me of rats. When a brown rodent came out of the muck and quickly crossed my Teva-clad foot,

I jumped back, yelling.

Other boaters helped us locate trash and shared their Gatorade and ice.

Americanus Slobvius isn’t solely to blame for Lake Powell trash. Some things just blow off boats. But it’s way past time for the National Park Service to require a “Leave No Trace” ethic for all boaters. Fire pans should be mandatory and provided with each houseboat rental, and the lake needs a serious recycling program. Hopefully the next generation of houseboats will have their own on-board can crushers and shredders for plastic bottles.

River runners and environmentalists may deplore Lake Powell while houseboaters and fishermen may think its heaven on earth. Whatever you believe, you can either be part of the problem or part of the solution. Hopefully, next year I’ll be back aboard the Trash Tracker doing my part to clean up public lands.

Andrew Gulliford is a professor of Southwest Studies and history at Fort Lewis College. He can be reached at .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)


Commenting is not available in this channel entry.

Search More Jobs

734 S. Seventh St.
Grand Junction, CO 81501
970-242-5050; M-F 8:00 - 5:00
Subscribe to print edition
eTear Sheets/ePayments

© 2017 Grand Junction Media, Inc.
By using this site you agree to the Visitor Agreement and the Privacy Policy