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My wife, son and I traveled 350 miles on a three-week summer canoe trip. Two weeks into the trip members of a northern Ontario native village invited us to participate in a community celebration as we paddled past. When we departed, Dashwa, our 4-year-old son, was given a helium-filled blue balloon with a ribbon.
Claire, my wife, attached the ribbon to the canoe, and we set off across the wind-swept lake. The balloon excited Dashwa. He tugged on the ribbon, making the balloon dance in the breeze and skip across the waves.
As we made camp, Claire tried to tie the ribbon to Dashwa’s wrist. He refused. He wanted to hold it. Claire warned him the balloon could fly away, but like most kids, Dashwa was certain. Reluctantly, Claire consented to his demand.
International conglomerates are seeking permits to mine or doing exploratory drilling for copper in northeastern Minnesota. The most recent review of copper mines, in 2012, found the 14 largest mines, representing 89% of copper production in the U.S., had all experienced pipeline spills or accidental releases. Thirteen of 14 mines had not controlled contaminated mine seepage, causing significant water quality impacts. According to the Environmental Protection Agency, hard rock mining releases more toxic chemicals, such as sulfuric acid and arsenic, than any other industry. Mining company lawyers assure us there is no chance of pollution this time.
Copper mining has never been tried in a land of water like northeastern Minnesota. Water can carry pollution far from its source, just as it carried our canoe a great distance. The lakes and rivers of northern Minnesota are at the beginning of three great watersheds. The late writer Sigurd Olson called the area the “ridgepole of the continent.” From northern Minnesota, water flows north to Hudson Bay, east through the Great Lakes and south down the Mississippi River.
I heard Dashwa’s cries over the camp stove’s hum while cooking. Claire was already consoling him. She pointed skyward at the dwindling speck of blue. I shared his sadness at losing the balloon but, of course, we had anticipated the outcome when Dashwa chose to hold it. A moment of inattention, one tiny mistake, and the beloved balloon was gone forever.