My parents moved our family to Vancouver from a stinky Southern California oil town in 1975. They wanted me and my brother to know clean air and water, free from the misery of an all-pervasive petroleum odor. It was a great move, and that oil town still stinks!
As new Vancouverites, we spent all of our free time on the rivers and in the mountains, rain or shine. Later, our own kids enjoyed the same natural beauty and bounty here. As for our parents, for the rest of their lives, their favorite hangout was the Columbia River shoreline, between Frenchman’s Bar and the end of the road. They could be found there most any time — fishing, bird watching, and taking in the seasons.
If they were alive, they’d be incensed that the nation’s largest crude oil transfer facility was proposed for the shoreline immediately upstream, on “their” river. They no longer have a say, but you do. Please join the effort to drive this oily monster from our community. Say no to the terminal, as well as the big oil money that is staining our community!
