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NWP Global Registry of Apprentice Ecologists - Rio Grande, Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA

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Rio Grande, Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
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Edsel Avitia



Registered: January 2009
Posts: 1
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Edsel
When I first heard we were going on a field trip to the Bosque to plant trees, I thought to myself, “Oh, this is going to be easy because I have experience with planting trees.”
Once our speaker, Martin Martinez, started to talk I began to doze off, because that past night I didn’t get enough sleep. My head would go up and down; I felt that I had one hundred pounds of iron tied to my eyelids for I was unable to keep them open.
I only heard what I thought was the most important part of the whole speech : the river was getting smaller, and invading trees were taking over the Bosque. The Rio Grande was getting smaller because of the dam that the government had put up to control water levels, so the river wouldn’t be able to flood. The invading trees were over-powering the Cottonwood Trees by soaking up all the water. The thirsty Cottonwood trees couldn’t get a drink of life. Some of those invading trees were Salt Seeders and Russian Olives.
Our Cottonwood Tree is important to the New Mexico environment because New Mexico is not only known as the land of enchantment, but also for having one of the largest populations of Cottonwood Trees in the entire United States.
Once I picked up the shovel, I knew I had to help in a small way. I had to help not only Lulu (my partner and girlfriend), but also planet Earth. Because bosques are disappearing all around the world.
When I dug the shovel into to the unforgiving earth, I knew it was going to be a long and hard day. The dirt was as hard as diamonds. Once we had planted the first tree, I thought to myself that we had to keep going because I knew what was happening to our Bosque. Everyone was mistreating it by littering and setting fires.
My sweat ran down my nose as if I were in a marathon. My eyelids stuck together for every blink I took. The hectic heat was burning me as if we were in an oven.
By around 10:30am, we were all done. Lulu and I were the last to finish, but we completed the job with pride, knowing that we had done something good for our Bosque. Hopefully the government sees its mistakes and lets the Rio Grande flood so that the Cottonwood Trees will be able to grow.
· Date: January 4, 2009 · Views: 3811 · File size: 17.9kb, 63.6kb · : 688 x 517 ·
Hours Volunteered: 24
Volunteers: 8
Authors Age & Age Range of Volunteers: 16 to 17
Area Restored for Native Wildlife (hectares): 0.5
Native Trees Planted: 50
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