Mr. Chairman, I thank the ranking member for yielding me this time, and I commend him and the chairman of the subcommittee for producing a very good appropriation bill. I echo the sentiments that the gentleman from Wisconsin (Mr. Obey)…
Mr. Chairman, I thank the ranking member for yielding me this time, and I commend him and the chairman of the subcommittee for producing a very good appropriation bill. I echo the sentiments that the gentleman from Wisconsin (Mr. Obey) just gave on the floor and appreciate the hard work that has gone into it.
I think the rule, however, could have been a little stronger if the Schwartz amendment would have been made in order so we could have had further discussion about the need for increased investment in alternative and renewable energy technologies. I do not think that the energy bill that is working its way through Congress goes far enough, and this was another appropriation measure that could have been a vehicle for that increased investment.
I do appreciate the work that is being done on the Yucca Mountain funding, however. We have two nuclear facilities that are storing a lot of nuclear waste in the upper Mississippi River region right now. Many of us feel it makes sense to have a single, isolated nuclear waste repository in this country, and the studies that have gone into Yucca Mountain and the funding that this committee is providing, it seems to me to be a reasonable and practical approach dealing with the nuclear waste issue.
I especially want to commend the committee for the full support they have given to a very important program for the upper Mississippi River basin, the Environmental Management Program. This was a program that was created in the mid-1980s to strike balance on the multiple uses of the Mississippi region in the upper States. It is a multiple-use resource. It is incredibly valuable economically, quality of life, recreation and tourism. We have commercial navigation that uses the upper Mississippi along with the important recreation and tourism aspect, and the Environmental Management Program really has a twofold mission. One is habitat restoration for the upper Mississippi basin and the other is long term resource monitoring, to monitor the effects that sediment and nutrients are having in the basin.
One of the first things I did as a new Member of Congress was help form a bipartisan Mississippi River Caucus so we could work together from both the North and the South in order to draw attention to the resources that are needed along the Mississippi River.
We have made substantial progress, and I commend the committee's recognition that full funding of the EMP is appropriate at $33 million. This is a program that has received wide bipartisan support, multi- state support. The five upper States of the Mississippi River basin have been fully supportive of this program, as have the Governors and the respective legislatures, and I commend the administration who has consistently submitted their budget requests calling for full funding of the Environmental Management Program.
Finally, Mr. Chairman, I would commend to my colleagues and include for the Record an article that just appeared in the Washington Post Sunday edition under the Travel section called ``Lolling on the River.'' It describes the quality of life and unique beauty that the upper Mississippi River basin has for all of us in that region.
In it the author of the article, Bill O'Brian writes: ``The Mississippi, the river of Mark Twain, who once wrote, `It is not a commonplace river, but on the contrary is in all ways remarkable.' The river of LaSalle, Marquette and Joliet, of B.B. King, Bob Dylan and the Doobie Brothers. Of Faulkner, Fitzgerald and T.S. Eliot. Of historian Stephen Ambrose who not long ago wrote, `The river is in my blood. Wherever, whenever, it is a source of delight. More, it is the river that draws us together as a Nation.' ''
EMP is a small part of the importance of this great natural resource which is of vital importance to our Nation. I commend the subcommittee and work they have done in recognizing by fully funding EMP the importance of this vital natural resource.
[From the Washington Post, May 22, 2005]
Lolling on the River: Following the Upper Mississippi by Land
(By Bill O'Brian)
If you think the prairie of Wisconsin and Minnesota is
nothing but nondescript flatlands and farms, Buena Vista Park
in Alma, Wis., is the place for you. Specifically, the bluff
in the park more than 500 feet above the Mississippi River,
which forms the border of the two states.
From that bluff on a clear day, you can see one of the most
awe-inspiring panoramas in all of North America. I've been to
the Grand Canyon. To Yellowstone. To Jackson Hole. To Lake
Louise. To Niagara Falls. To the Oregon, Maine, Carolina and
California coasts. To the interior of Alaska. To the top of
numerous skyscrapers. The vista from the bluff in Alma on a
clear day can compete with any of those places.
From that precipice, you can see for miles into the
Minnesota countryside below. You can gaze upon the lush
greenery of the Dorer Memorial Hardwood State Forest and the
dark, rich soil of the northern portion of what schoolbooks
call the breadbasket of America. As the Mississippi zigzags
through that bottomland, you can see that the waterway is as
unruly as it is majestic, as undisciplined as it is immense.
It is clear that, left to its own devices, the river would
follow no laws other than those of physics, which state that
water flows from higher elevation to lower via the path of
least resistance.
From that bluff in Alma, you can immediately understand
what Wisconsin outdoors journalist Mel Ellis meant half a
century ago when he wrote, ``If you haven't fished Ol' Man
Mississipp, forget about any preconceived notions you may
have as far as rivers are concerned. Because Ol' Man River
isn't a river at all. In fact, he's a hundred rivers and a
thousand lakes and more sloughs than you could explore in a
lifetime.''
Northeasterners by birth and temperament, my wife, Sue, and
I knew almost nothing firsthand about life along the upper
Mississippi.
The Mississippi--the river of Mark Twain, who once wrote,
``It is not a commonplace river, but on the contrary is in
all ways remarkable,'' The river of La Salle, Marquette and
Joliet. Of B.B. King, Bob Dylan and the Doobie Brothers. Of
Faulkner, Fitzgerald and T.S. Eliot. Of historian Stephen
Ambrose, who not long ago wrote, ``The river is in my blood.
Wherever, whenever, it is a source of delight. More, it is
the river that draws us together as a nation.''
So, from the point just outside East Dubuque, Ill., where
the Illinois-Wisconsin border meets the Mississippi about 175
miles
west of Chicago, Sue and I had set out northward on the Great
River Road to see what--and whom--we might find. The river
road is a federally designated scenic byway that stretches
from the Gulf of Mexico to Canada. We covered a minuscule
portion of it, a couple of hundred miles mostly in
southwestern Wisconsin, primarily along State Route 35. We
had no itinerary per se. We pulled off the road when the
spirit, or hunger or curiosity, moved us. It was a drive-
by--a lazy, three-day upper Mississippi River drive-by.
On the first day, at a boat landing near the town of
Cassville, Wis., we stopped to chat with Dwayne Durant, a
fortysomething Iowan. Dressed in camouflage hunting gear, he
was standing on the riverbank in the Upper Mississippi River
National Wildlife and Fish Refuge with his dog, Sidney.
Durant had the satisfied countenance of a man who'd just
bagged his limit for the day. He welcomed us to the river,
patiently explained the intricacies and the appeal of duck
hunting, proudly showed us his fresh kill (two wood ducks,
two teal ducks and two mallards), then humbly thanked us for
visiting his corner of the world.
The next morning, at Withey's Bar in Lynxville, Wis. (pop.
176), we introduced ourselves to a soft-spoken gentleman in a
flannel shirt sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. Les
Neefe told us that he was born 77 years ago in a Wisconsin
cheese factory (``not in a hospital, not in the hallway of
the cheese factory, in the cheese factory . . . in a room
above the boiler''). Over coffee, Neefe rhapsodized about the
pleasures of living in a houseboat docked on the Mississippi
six months a year, and he made two recommendations. First, he
suggested that, to get a real taste of Wisconsin, we should
go to the cheese shop up the road in Ferryville and buy some
``sharp cheddar, old sharp cheddar.'' Then, to get a real
taste of river life, we should stop by P&M Concessions next
to Blackhawk Park in De Soto.
We did both. The cheese, a nine-year cheddar, was rich,
creamy and sharper than sharp. Along with apples and
crackers, a block of the cheddar made a memorable watchin'-
the-river-flow picnic lunch.
Outside the P&M Concessions stand was a sign that read,
``Welcome to the River--Sit Long, Talk Much, Fish A Lot.''
Behind the counter was 34-year-old Amy Kroning, whose father
is the proprietor of the bait/tackle/refreshment/boat rental
shop.
``I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be than right
here,'' said Kroning, a mother of five who was born and
raised in De Soto. ``If I get more than an hour from the
river, I get depressed. Really. I'm not kidding. We go to a
Cubs game once a year [in Chicago], and I'm a nervous wreck
the whole time.''
So, what is the allure of the Mississippi?
``It has a calming affect. It's relaxing,'' Verdetta Tusa
said later that day as we stood watching for more than an
hour while an enormous tow barge squeezed, wheezed and
creaked its way through the lock at the town of Genoa, Wis.
``It's the history, too,'' said the 56-year-old lifelong
Minnesotan. ``They've been doing it this way, basically, from
the beginning.''
The lock at Genoa is one of 29 on the upper Mississippi.
Watching tow barges come out of the sharp curves of the river
and negotiate the locks with pinpoint precision is a pastime
unto itself. Typically 15 barges are connected together in
front of one pilot boat. They transport grain, steel, road
salt, fertilizer, coal, petroleum products and other
nonperishable goods up and down the Mississippi most of the
year. It takes a barge about 10 days to get from Minneapolis
to St. Louis, but one 15-unit tow can carry as much grain as
225 rail cars or 870 semi-trucks at a fraction of the cost.
As a barge passes through a lock, you can get close enough
to chat with the stevedores on board. One deckhand told us
that sometimes he stays out on the river for 60 to 80 days at
a time. And that he'd rather toil on the upper Mississippi
than on the lower, especially in the dead of summer, because
down near New Orleans and Memphis, ``it's too hot, and the
skeeters are bigger than I am.''
An hour north of Genoa on State Route 35, not far past La
Crosse, Wis., we came to Perrot State Park, a verdant 1,400-
acre refuge. There, an information marker on a small bluff
overlooking braided channels of the river reminded us just
how remarkable the Mississippi is. It's 2,350 miles long;
it's home to 100 species of fish (most notably walleye,
sturgeon and catfish in these parts); it drains all or part
of 31 states and two Canadian provinces.
``From Red Wing down to Iowa is the most beautiful part of
the river, with all the bluffs and trees. It's almost a
fantasyland,'' said Bob Schleicher. ``It's a place of
mystery. It's got so much folklore. Some of it's true; some
of it's not.''
We met Schleicher, a 65-year-old retired car salesman, at
the municipal marina in Red Wing, Minn., the final town on
our river drive, directly across the bridge from Hager City,
Wis. Captain Bob, as he likes to call himself, told us that
he has navigated the Mississippi from St. Paul, Minn., to its
mouth in Louisiana. He explained that part of the appeal is
that ``you can be whoever you want to be on the river.'' He
told tales of river-running bootleggers, past and present. He
explained how the upper Mississippi differs from the lower--
it is less crowded; it has more islands, beaches and marinas;
its currents are less dangerous; its water is less sandy.
But, he said with a smile, river people have a ``mutual bond,
whether you're a Confederate or a Yankee.''
Schleicher talked for a while about the river's importance
to birds. Forty percent of all North American waterfowl and
326 bird species--including hawks, eagles, falcons, herons
and swans--use the river as a flyway, according to the
Audubon Society. We had seen a handful of bald eagles soaring
over or perched along the river, and Schleicher beamed as he
spoke of the resurgence of that ornithological American icon
on the bluffs near Red Wing.
Then he suggested that, after spending a couple days
driving along the river, Sue and I might want to spend some
time on the river. For $10 apiece, he offered to take us on a
leisurely two-hour cruise in his old military flatboat-
turned-riverboat.
Once we cleared the dock, Schleicher allowed each of us in
the small group on board to take a turn piloting the boat for
a few minutes. As I stood at the helm, guiding the boat
around the river's trademark sweeping bends, minding the red
and green buoys that mark the shipping channel, passing huge
tow barges, I suddenly understood what Schleicher meant when
he said you can be who you want to be on the river.
At that moment, as we glided past the tree-lined banks,
pushed along by the gentle current, the serenity was
overwhelming. And the history palpable. At that moment, I was
every riverman who's ever skippered a slow boat on Ol' Man
Mississipp.