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By Tamia Nelson July 8, 2003
Dawn, or near enough as makes no difference.
On a glassy Adirondack lake too small to warrant a name, a brother and
sister are fishing. They watch their bobbers from opposite ends of a
battered Grumman canoe, peering down into the tea-colored water from time to
time, searching for the worm each knows is there, but which neither can see.
A fish breaks the surface, splashes once, and submerges again. Distant
bullfrogs add a bass note to the falsetto thrum of hundreds of mosquitoes.
Overhead, a kingfisher rattles determinedly. "Water's dirty," says the boy,
looking up. "Sure is," replies his sister. "Do you s'pose it's always like
this?" The boy starts to speak, but just as he opens his mouth his bobber
trembles, then dips below the surface and disappears. Now the boy is
transformed into a hunter, with a hunter's contempt for unnecessary words.
He raises his rod-tip high. A short struggle follows. In less than a minute
a chubby rock bass lies in the bottom of the canoe.
I was the girl in the Grumman. The brief exchange between my brother and
me was soon forgotten, but a seed of inquiry had lodged deep in my mind,
only to germinate decades later on another Adirondack lake, known locally as
Green Pond. When I first visited it, however, there was no hint of green in
the colorless, transparent water. As I peered over the gunwale, I could see
right down to the lake's white sand bottom, 15 feet below my keel.
Waterlogged trunks of ancient cedars and pines rested where they had fallen.
Drifts of birch and poplar leaves formed a ragged carpet, their
once-brilliant colors bleached to a faded yellow-brown. Even a few old
casting plugs still clung determinedly to the branches of drowned trees.
Turning my head from side to side, I searched for signs of life in and
around the crystal-clear water. Nothing. No tangled mats of pondweed
blanketed the bottom. No dragonflies patrolled for mosquitoes in the air
above the silent surface. No leaches undulated through the shallows. No fat
trout rose lazily to catch a hapless spider. No kingfisher rattled. Green
Pond was lovely, still, and silent, a calendar image of an Adirondack lake.
Yet it was dead. The teeming, murky water of my half-recalled childhood
seemed very far away.
Acid rain, I thought. It was obvious to me then and there that
clarity alone wasn't any guarantee that a lake was healthy.
And I was right. But clarity the technical literature often uses
the equivalent term "transparency" is an important index of
water quality, nonetheless. Dissolved minerals, microscopic algae, and
suspended sediments all affect transparency. As their levels increase,
transparency diminishes. The implications of this are sometimes hard to
interpret, let alone forecast, but at least it's easy to measure the
changes. Repeated measurements, carefully recorded from season to season and
from one year to the next, can provide an early warning of potentially
deleterious trends. It's a simple way to take the pulse of a body of water.
And while a person's pulse may not be the best guide to her overall health,
it's a pretty good place to start. The same is true for lakes and rivers.
So, how do you measure transparency? The easiest way is with a
Secchi (pronounced SEK-key) disk. This wonderfully low-tech instrument has
an intriguing history. Father Pietro Angelo Secchi was director of the
Vatican Observatory and scientific advisor to Pope Pius IX. In this
capacity he was once approached by Commander Cialdi, the senior officer in
the Navy of the Papal States. Commander Cialdi described a newly-devised
procedure for measuring water transparency. Would Father Angelo be good
enough to test the new method? Commander Cialdi wondered. With
pleasure, Father Angelo replied. And perhaps, continued Commander
Cialdi, the professor could also suggest improvements? Father Angelo
could, and he did. On April 20, 1865, the first Secchi disk was lowered over
the side of the papal yacht l'Immacolata Concezione into the
wine-dark waters of the Mediterranean. Father Angelo's pioneering work in
astrophotography and spectral classification is now largely forgotten, but
his name lives on in the pages of scientific supply catalogs, and in every
department of limnology and oceanography in the world. To be sure, today's
Secchi disk is somewhat changed from that of 1865: the modern freshwater
disk bears a quadrant pattern developed in 1899 by George Whipple.
Oceanographers, however, still use an all-white disk, just like the one
Father Angelo took aboard l'Immacolata Concezione.
But what if your "yacht" is a canoe or kayak? You can still follow in
Father Angelo's wake, using his simple instrument to track changes in the
transparency of your favorite body of water. Why not begin right now?
You'll need a Secchi disk, of course. The standard limnological (freshwater)
disk is 8" in diameter. (That's approximately 20cm, but this dimension isn't
usually critical.) The upper surface is divided into four quadrants,
alternating black and white, and the disk is suspended on a low-stretch,
non-floating line. A weight hung below the disk helps sink it through the
water column. Commercially-made Secchi disks can be purchased from most
biological and environmental supply companies, but if you think you can find
a better use for $50, it's easy to make your own. A hand or power drill and
a keyhole or saber saw are the only tools you'll need. If you're like most
boaters, you probably have the necessary materials on hand already. (Look in
that pile of scrap in the garage you've been planning to clean out for the
last five years.)
Here's the materials list
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