A Magical Evening on the river

River Camp Sandbar Banquet
California Island
Manitou Bluffs Conservation Opportunity Area
September 17, 2009

text by Steve Schnarr
photos by Dory Colbert, Steve Schnarr, Melanie Cheney, Ruthie Moccia, Francis Baum, Vicki Richmond
click here to see the photo file from the day

There are a couple of core beliefs that lie behind everything Missouri River Relief does. The first is that if you get enough people working together on a common project, the impossible becomes possible. The second is that if your goal is to engage citizens in the health and future of the river, you first have to get them out on it. By direct experience and action, the river becomes “our” river.

Much of our effort is put toward river clean-ups and education, but we have long had this desire to get our partners and sponsors together out on the river to meet each other and enjoy a perfect moment out on the river. What a better way than to have a fantastic dinner with music, a stunning river backdrop on our favorite sandbar?

So right in the middle of our River Camp week, we invited hundreds of friends to hop on a boat and enjoy a feast on California Island.

As with everything that happened this week, the weather was absolutely perfect. Of the 500 things that could have gone wrong, none of them did. A brisk, sand blowing wind died down just as the first guests began to arrive.

The work began on Wednesday, as friends began arriving at Katfish Katy’s in Huntsdale to load boats with tables, chairs, plates, tablecloths, wine glasses and more (most of our serving infrastructure was generously donated by Lindsey Rentals in Columbia, thanks to connections with our crewmember Liz Doubet). Over the next twenty-four hours, there was a steady stream of help arriving to the island, and suddenly what had seemed impossible was taking shape.

Tables were set up in a half-moon like spokes around the campfire. A bar was set up next to our flying nun tent, ready to serve up lemonade, tea, beer and wine (all donated). Tammy Becker and Shanon Rieneke from our friends Living Lands and Waters came with two plate boats for hauling passengers, and an extra cargo of catfish to fry up, caught fresh on the Mississippi River.

Jim Karpowicz, River Relief founder and board member, had this idea of creating a scale model map of the Lower Missouri River (the stretch we’ve worked on so far, from the Gavin’s Point Dam on down to the Confluence). Ideas had been tossed around about how to do this, but when it came down to it, Joe Engeln’s geometrical mind met with the shovels of River Relief crew and a couple rolls of Missouri Stream Team trash bags and a blue ribbon of river became strung out through the sand.

Ruthie Moccia carefully scribed signs for each location along the river that we’ve done clean-ups and they got placed in the appropriate places. Wildflowers were collected, and mason jars filled with sandbar pebbles and tea lights. White tablecloths were stretched out, weighted down with handfuls of pebbles in each corner tucked in with rubberbands. Tiki torches were filled and strategically placed around the island.

Soda Popp rounded the bend in his little 6hp johnboat, loaded with coolers and fish-fry gear. Desmond Peters, our chef for the evening, loaded up a plate boat with food and desserts and began setting up his jambalaya machine. A bunch of new Americorps members from across the state, fresh out of their introductory training with the Missouri River Communities Network, arrived to set up camp and offer their services for the evening. They were quickly handed out duties doing parking, food table set up and prep. Rod Power’s two daughters, Roberta and Emma, showed up and immediately hopped in the kitchen to help Desmond prep.

Our dear friends “Naked” Dave Bandy, Mark Risch, Patty Farrar and Laura Billings brought out their instruments and began serenading the kitchen crew. Wood was piled in the fire pit, ready for a match.

Very suddenly, we looked around and, like a sandbar mushroom, an entire banquet set-up sprouted before our eyes (if you could ignore the slight nagging soreness of your back from schlepping each item on the island 2 or 3 times!).

And soon, the boats began arriving. Friends spilled onto the sandbar, many dropping their shoes as they hit the sand. Drinks were served as the kitchen frantically stirred, chopped, boiled and fried.

Pretty soon, most of the boats had arrived and Jeff Barrow grabbed Dave’s PA and gathered everyone by the river map sculpture. Everyone was asked to stand by their town, or their favorite place on the river. As I walked upstream, trying to figure out where my favorite place was, I heard comments like, “You’re from Kansas City, I had no idea!” and “Where’s the sign for Nona?”. Several of us headed up to Yankton, cuz we love it and someone needed to be up there. It was perfect.


Pretty soon, dinner was served…right on time! Delighted guests filled their plates and then filled the halo of tables. The sun was setting, and soon a crowd of faces were lit by the tea lights lining each table. Tiki torches flames sprouted around the island, and the band started up with a Missouri River tune.



Several guests had agreed to give brief talks (5 minutes, they were told…), but first we had an award to hand out. Last year we started a new award, the Troy Gordon Memorial Partner of the Year Award. In honor of our lost friend, the hard working force of nature behind the Friends of Big Muddy (and many other volunteer organizations dedicated to our natural world), we gave the first award to Big Muddy Refuge ranger Tim Haller.

This year, it seemed fitting, in the 20th Anniversary of the Missouri Stream Team program, that we would show our appreciation for the part of the program that had been the most active in working with us. Through the MO. Dept. of Conservation Stream Unit, we’ve received clean-up supplies, free promotion, assistance getting boat drivers for clean-ups, connections to other stream teams, water quality monitoring assistance and that most elusive of support: a stable funding stream. While all of the partners in the program have been extremely helpful and selfless, the Stream Unit has worked the closest with us.

Our board president handed out the award, a simple framed photo. We were lucky enough to have three representatives of the Unit to receive it, Sherry Fischer, Paul Calvert and (from Stream Team #1) Mark Van Patten.

We then heard brief talks about the importance of the river, and of gathering interest in stewardship of the river. Robb Jacobson from US Geological Survey discussed how hard science research is only one piece of the puzzle in river management that means nothing without the non-scientific public becoming aware and acting. Frank Kartmann from Missouri American Water spoke of the crucial importance of this huge river, and how the water it carries effects our lives in ways most of us don’t realize every day.

Barbara Moran from the Big Muddy Refuge described their efforts to reconnect the river with its floodplain, and to manage it for the benefit of wildlife. Our friend Bryan Hopkins, who has had a personal love affair with this muddy river for years, talked about the crucial importance of bringing attention to this resource. And he introduced the director of Missouri Dept. of Natural Resources, Mark Templeton. Mark had moved to Missouri to head the agency, and had never been on a Missouri River sandbar. And with that excited energy we’ve seen in so many folks introduced to this river, he vowed it wouldn’t be his last visit.

Then the music began again, with swirls of campfire sparks rising into the starry sky.


Each table setting had a small piece of paper asking folks to write or draw their “Vision for the Missouri River”. As dinner wound down, folks took those little cards and tied them to a driftwood sculpture created by Joe Kellenberger and set up on the water’s edge. We called it the “Vision Tree”, and we’ve compiled everyone’s comments and drawings for everyone to read. Click here to see those

Boats began shuttling folks back, as others hung around the campfire or took starlight walks along the beach. Dishes were collected and washed and packed. Our friends Michael and Gloria Bauermeister, the lone residents of Nona (a ghost town near Augusta), pulled out their instruments and jammed with everyone else. Foshees began to fly as Dave Mosby pulled out his djembe and started drumming.

Getting people out to and back from the island was a daunting challenge made possible by the help of Living Lands and Waters,Colby Wrasse and Wyatt Doyle from USFWS and our skilled River Relief operating crew. There were difficulties with night lighting systems, but we teamed up and made it work. Thankfully, John Brady had created a new lighting system for our boats that allowed us to use a spotlight and nav lights at the same time.

The final boatload went out at midnight, and we had to pull the last stragglers along with us (including chef Desmond and all his gear).

Since that evening, we’ve heard comments like “magical”, “unforgettable” and “better than our trip to Paris” !!! The magic came from the harnessing of a whole bunch of generosity, creativity, hard work, vision and love. Thank you to everyone who added their spark to the bonfire!

The evening was supported in part by grants and donations from-
Missouri Conservation Heritage Foundation
Teaming With Wildlife
Conservation Federation of Missouri
Pat Jones
Jamie and Debbie Coe
Gloria and Michael Bauermeister
Here’s some of the folks who donated food, supplies and drinks to make it perfect:
Lindsey Rentals
Chef Desmond Peters
Susan Schapira of Abigail’s in Rocheport
Commercial fisherman Chad Izaak
Les Bourgeois Vineyards
Wenwood Farms
Redwood Creek Wines
Flatbranch Pub and Brewing
Rick Goodman of Rainbow Produce
Missouri River Communities Network
Americorps Clean Water Assistant program

And extra special thanks to the River Relief crew that made it possible (and then tore it all down in the morning to head off to the Jeff. City Clean-up!)
Liz Doubet
Melanie Cheney
Joe and Allison Kellenberger
John Brady
Racin’ Dave Stevens
Rod Power
Joe Engeln
Ruthie Moccia
Dyan Pursell
Jeff Barrow
Dave Richter
Vicki Richmond
Scot Heidbrink
Anthony Pettit
Jim Karpowicz
Indi and Jody Frank
Francis Baum
Soda Popp
Desmond Peters
John Breyfogle
Josh and Sarah Pennington
Dory Colbert
Dave Huffman
Bill Fessler
Ruth Van Wye
And…a deep bow to the Missouri River Community Network folks and Americorps Clean Water Assistants that got thrown into the mix at the last minute, and shined!
Steve Johnson – MRCN
Sarah Pennington – MRCN
Julia Karll – MRCN
Lance Mallette – MRCN
Rebecca Spicer – MRCN
Rosanna Hernandez – Top of the Ozarks
Caroline King Toole – Lake of the Ozarks Watershed Assoc.
Kellie Herman – James River Basin Partnership
Noelle Wyman – MO Coaltion for the Environment

Life on the Island

River Camp 2009

California Island
Manitou Bluffs Conservation Opportunity Area
September 11 - 18, 2009

text by Ruthie Moccia, photos by Ruthie Moccia, Francis Baum, Melanie Cheney, Rod Power, Dory Colbert

The Big Dipper scoops low as if seven diamonds have been strung above my tent to dress the night horizon. Their sparkle is brilliant against the pitch black of the sky; there is no moon. Sand under my feet sifting down through my toes. Sounds of chatter and laughter rise from faces lit by the fire behind me. Someone says we’ll have to sort the linen in the morning. Something about napkins being thrown in with tablecloths.

It is all behind us now, meeting the most outrageous challenge of our lives together on the river. At this moment we are as connected as a zebra mussel to a ship’s hull.

I see the memory of myself standing at the edge of California Island with hundreds of containers just unloaded from our boats. Cardboard boxes, canvas bags, backpacks, plastic 20 gallon tubs packed with dishes, cooking utensils and kitchen supplies, a slew of 10 gallon water jugs, 4 huge rectangular coolers packed with food on ice. Survival items for what would be our mission during the next eight days. Hands on my hips, staring at a spot where we would erect the nun, words passed through me without sound or censorship. “Will this seem worth it a week from now?”

Instinctively I knew the answer to be “yes.” River Relief does not disappoint. Within a few minutes, Racin’ had our Flying Nun kitchen erected and tents were strewn across the island, each on the foundation of its new home. The site for the fire pit was designated with folding canvas chairs and a few hay bales. Just then the weather turned against us. We raised two pop ups to shelter us from the pouring rain, stood there watching it, and in that few moments of down time noticed we were starving. We munched on wraps filled with roasted red peppers and cold lentil salad. These were listed under “Friday Lunch” on the week’s menu. Things were clicking.

The rain subsided to a drizzle and a few procrastinators zoomed into tent making. I had draped a tarp over my gear when the sprinkles began but Liz had persisted through the rain. “Forty people for spaghetti dinner tonight,” Mel smiled quietly with eyes rolled toward a stormy gray sky.

It crossed my mind that we could call and cancel the dinner invitation but no one else expressed that thought. Every pair of hands had a task. By the time the guests arrived, the kitchen was fully functioning with propane gas burners boiling pots of water and heating pasta sauce. The campfire was blazing. Members of Sustain Mizzou and their coordinator arrived, having been loaded in our boats at Katfish Katie’s ramp. They were handsome, intelligent, clean, healthy college kids with brave minds and kind spirits. I like to think of them as “the young Americans.” They walked around checking out every part of this mile long island that held them smack in the middle of Manitou Bluffs. I mentioned to three of them, heading out to explore, that the woodpile was low and soon they came back with their arms full of washed-smooth gray wood.

California Island. The stories they had heard contained characters playing nude volleyball, skinny dipping, and frolicking under the moon in the ‘70’s, ‘80’s and beyond. The island landscape in those days included a deep grove of cottonwoods, nearly all of which were swept away by the devastating ’93 flood. The few left behind were taken later by the flood of ’95. There is a lot of driftwood here, but virtually no established vegetation. A rise of 15 feet for the river means the entire island is submerged.

Our guests that first night ate mounds of spaghetti and thanked us for cooking. They hung out in the nun washing dishes.



I said goodnight to the stars, then slept like a baby. By 8 AM all members of Sustain Mizzou had eaten breakfast and packed their gear. They sat in red River Relief life vests aboard the Hildy, heading out to be the brawn of the cleanup at Cooper’s Landing. Later, they had wild stories about the trash they found and a hot tub they got crazy about digging out. It isn’t every day you find a hot tub floating in an eddy of the Missouri River.


Which reminds me of the surprise of the sand under my feet and the way it is softening and becoming very fine grained in the shelter of the nun. So many people walk its paths; food draws more than ants. The sand toward my tent and out on the tip of the island is packed and stained dark, perhaps with river mud. But in the kitchen I feel as though I may be at the dunes of the Cape Cod National Seashore.

It’s Saturday and I have been twenty-four hours on this island. Steve said he didn’t want me to feel trapped here. I’m not trapped at all. Today we go off island to man our booth at Coopers Landing for the annual ecology festival.

Once at Cooper’s, we hang our banner letting it sway between two trees. Mel draws people in, teaching them to make found-object mobiles; shells, rocks, smoothed glass and wood from the river dangling from brown sinew or silvery wire. I take to it with intense focus oblivious to everything else and she’s soon almost sorry she taught me. Children build pretend creatures from plastic bottles, paint river rocks with vivid nature colors or problem solve for out-of-balance mobiles. I’m in river heaven. An art piece in the making, a silent auction, riverboat rides, live music, Thai food, carnival striped umbrellas, and the return ride to the island at dusk. What more could you want on an Indian summer night? The air smells of fall and campfires. Bright golden cottonwood leaves drift across my view of the river.

We’re trying to get a point across by being here. We want to put things back into balance in our little corner of the world. We want people to fall in love with the Big Muddy and recognize it as a vital part of their home that needs protected. Not caring for the river means not caring for ourselves. The river is here for us, but only if we are here for the river. The wide Missouri, with all of its organisms and vegetation ranging from white pelican to pallid sturgeon, from hundred-year-old cottonwoods to plankton, needs us. Tomorrow morning we host an excursion to Eagle Bluffs, an event featuring identification of the wild things that live here.

Monday. Boats for Birds, Bugs and Botany left the island at 6:30 AM and returned midday. Meanwhile, the port-a-potties arrived. I’d learned a lot while waiting for them, finally crafting a small Chinese-style latrine downwind from my tent. There were other projects on the island. Rod and I searched washed up gravel for Indian artifacts and objects to weave into mobiles. Joe built an 18-foot high driftwood sculpture. Eli erected a bamboo pole near the fire pit tying it with colorful silk bandanas and Indie strung up his tiger striped sarong beside it.

More guests, more cooking, more schlepping from boats and more filling of water bottles. A sister organization, Friends of the Big Muddy, came for potluck Tuesday evening and our own advisory board members were boated in for their monthly dinner meeting on Wednesday. Throughout the week, friends and supporters canoed or kayaked to the island to help out or hang out. One of our founders actually swam over from a nearby trail, appearing to have come from nowhere!

If our ultimate goal this week is to connect people to the river, what better spot to introduce them to than the very center, marked so beautifully by this strip of sand?

Every person who sets foot in one of our boats will get to feel the magic of this place.

The river speaks for itself and grabs you solid straight on with morning mist, glistening afternoon sun, warm reflections of sunset and, later, stars. The ominous potential from its swift current and the fast traveling refuse just beneath its dark surface must also be reckoned with. We saw the double barge come downriver after delivering its load and Brady recited the story of canoe paddlers trapped under it during the M340. Two seasoned paddlers from the Pacific coast, 400 feet in front, sucked under its wake and screaming. The tugboat captain heard their screams over a speaker system used to load the boat. He shifted into reverse, thus flushing them out, but only after they had gone completely under the barge, cross current. To their surprise, they lived.

Thursday brings the grand finale for River Camp. For this, a roll of trash bags in ocean blue is unwound across the island to show how far we have traveled, at a representational length of 6” per river mile, to clean up the river each year since 2001. At the northwest end lies Yankton, South Dakota. St. Charles, Missouri caps off the southeastern tip of the line. Somewhere in between, a hand lettered sign reads, “California Island: you are here.”

Over 100 supporters and sponsors are transported by boat for a sit down dinner of jambalaya, fried catfish, fried okra, hush puppies, green salad, and a lavish spread of desserts. Sous Chef Desmond slaves in the kitchen with as many assistants as needed. Soda Popp has arrived from his place on the Osage to fry up 40 pounds of catfish. Steve and Anthony arrange the banquet tables and Liz covers them with elegantly pressed white linen. Mel takes a boat out and returns with buckets of pink and yellow wildflowers. We set out silver serving pieces, china, silver ware, wine glasses and white cloth napkins. Vases are filled with the wildflowers and ball jars are filled with candlelight. My mobiles have been strung with fishing line to dangle from the grommets of the nun. Joe’s towering sculpture has turned into a “wishing tree” hung with solar lights and images of things we need: a new box truck, another boat, more tools.

Though the invitation stated casual dress, crew made a real effort to clean up, making us feel especially ready for this night. Jeff granted me the use of his solar shower and I feel gorgeous and glowing because of it. We shine as parking lot attendants, boat pilots, greeters, decorators, kitchen help, bartenders, servers, emcees and partygoers. Our special dinner guests are given a nautical card on which to write their own vision for the Missouri River and asked to tie it with twine to the wishing tree before the night is over. Later, boat pilots Steve, Mel, Brady, Racin’ and Jeff return to the island telling of guests who departed in the dark moonless night nervously holding their breath, but relaxed and chatted excitedly once they realized they were in good hands; hands that know the river.

Tomorrow we break camp and pack up. I’ll go home for the first time in eight days. It’s both exciting and sad. I will miss this island; it’s silken sand, it’s glorious sun and shining stars.

I wake up in my own bed, free of sand after a hot bath the night before. My feet slide over the edge of the mattress down to the floor. The oak boards gleam as the sun’s light streams into the window across the hall. The very room is glistening; it is perfect morning light. There is a dreamy glow wherever the sunlight lands and diffuses. My eyes drink it in rather than squint it away.

This is my ninth day since setting foot on California Island. The island has opened my eyes. It feels somehow like a new beginning.

Ruthie Moccia is a psychologist, writer and artist residing in the mid-Missouri area. She has been volunteer crew with Missouri River Relief over the past 3 years. River Camp was hosted by Missouri River Relief during the week of September 11th to 20th on California Island in the heart of the Manitou Bluffs Conservation Opportunity Area and was sponsored in part by Missouri Conservation Heritage Foundation, Teaming With Wildlife and Conservation Federation of Missouri.

Sustain Mizzou Clean-up!

California Island Campout and Providence Bend Clean-up with Sustain Mizzou

Plowboy Bend and Eagle Bluffs Conservation Areas
September 11 & 12, 2009

Text by Steve Schnarr, photos by Tina Casagrand, Steve Schnarr, Billy Froeschner and Rod Power

(blogmaster’s note: for another perspective, check out Sustain Mizzou member Tina Casagrand’s blog, “We Call Upon the Author” . Also check out our flickr photo file from the event.)

We kicked off River Camp with a campout and clean-up with the hardworking students from Sustain Mizzou. This is a student-run organization that focuses on increasing sustainability on the Mizzou campus. A few of their many projects include an organic garden on campus, promoting recycling throughout the campus, cleaning up trash after tailgating parties and working on composting in campus kitchen facilities.

It all started when we received a newsletter from our board member Jan Weaver, who is also a faculty advisor for Sustain Mizzou. It mentioned an award given to a Sustain member who is also a vice-president for a veteran’s organization on campus. It referred to his manic obsession with recycling and reducing waste, and mentioned his tireless, hands-on involvement with those activities. His name is Billy Froeschner.

When we read it, both Melanie and I said… “Sounds like a candidate for River Relief!”.

So we chased him down, had a beer with him and discussed options. After a couple of beers, he was completely into it. Through arm-twisting and email onslaughts, he got the entire Sustain Exec. Committee on board and away we went!

Friday evening, September 11 -
Most of the folks came on down to Cooper’s Landing Friday evening. We loaded up the boats with gear and headed upstream as the sun was beginning to set.

Everyone immediately set up their tents as we warmed up the spaghetti dinner Krissy Heitkamp had prepared for us. Another group of folks arrived later in the evening, and we picked them up at Katfish Katy’s.

After dinner, we gathered around the campfire and passed the feather (actually a stick this time). Everyone introduced themselves and explained what their connection to the river or this clean-up work was. This was one well-spoken, focused group of individuals. We were humbled to have them at our island camp, and to work with everyone in the morning.

After running through the “plan” for the next day, it went straight into general campfire relaxation and sandbar walks into the night. As far as details of the ensuing mayhem...what happens on the river stays on the river!

Saturday morning – September 12-
We got up early and cooked up breakfast. Sunrise was bloody red, painting the undulating waves of sand with ever changing stripes of light. A heron silently worked the shallows behind the island. Everyone got loaded in boats and we headed downstream to clean-up the rack-piles behind Baja Island.

My boat loaded up with all the camp gear and headed straight for Cooper’s. After unloading everyone’s packs, we picked up some new arrivals (even Phil Knocke, clean-up repeat offender, showed up!) and headed immediately to the Maiden’s Mouth (the mouth of Little Bonne Femme Creek. Another group cleaned up Carl’s Beach (the mouth of Perche Creek. Which was a good thing. Later that evening, a group of paddlers hosted by Missouri Life magazine ended up camping there – it was spic and span for their enjoyment!

As the tough Sustain crews worked behind Baja Island, we took our group just a bit downstream, to cleanup the woods of flotsam. Pretty quickly, one of the folks found a barrel and refrigerator way back in the woods. After failing to find our chopsaw in one of the other boats, Billy and some others decided there was no way they were leaving without this fridge. It was too heavy and the woods to thick to roll it out very easily, so they completely removed the insulated core and then smashed the metal skin into pieces that could be folded and easily carried through the woods.

Meanwhile, our other boat piloted by Rod Power had decided to go above California Island to a rack-pile they had scouted the week before. Just as they were preparing to leave, they found a complete hot tub floating in the shallows. It took everyone on board to get the thing into the boat, but they did it! Seeing that boat cruising downstream with this massive hot tub perched in its hull was quite a sight to see!

The piles of trash grew along the banks until it was finally time to go. Everyone loaded back up and we left this amazing crew of folks off at Cooper’s. Billy and his twin brother, Ricky, hopped back on board after lunch and we sent both plate boats to gather all the trash (as well as pick up another buoy and more….)

Check out our next posting to see an abbreviated Trash Tally for the day!