The closest I've ever gotten to the Delta is a map. Until last week. While I've immersed myself in the intricacies of the Delta water policy—nothing compares to a visit to the Delta's labyrinth of islands.
Last week I stood on the Delta's dirt levees, and looked down at farms below sea level. I saw red-winged black birds and blue herons. I drove through small towns like Isleton and big suburban developments like Rio Vista. I waited for drawbridges and walked out into the wetlands restoration site at Twitchell Island. I learned about The Nature Conservancy's corn farm on Staten Island that provides habitat to the endangered Sandhill Crane. I passed a farmworker driving a pesticide truck in a hazmat suit and cows grazing next to giant windmills.
I learned that the Delta is more than just the hub of water controversy—more than just a map in my office. It's a one-of-a-kind gem. While I may be back at my computer, I'm re-invigorated to protect this special place.
I look forward to my next visit (hopefully next time, by boat). Check out the photo essay above by my talented colleague, and Delta tour partner, Mathew Grimm.