Remembering the spill

• Anger, frustration fresh quarter-century after Exxon Valdez Oil Spill
By Carey Restino
Homer Tribune

Photo provided Billy Day, volunteer worker from the Homer Area Recovery Coalition (HAR.C.), cleans oily rocks in his rock washer - Mars Cove, Port Dick (Gulf of Alaska)

Photo provided
Billy Day, volunteer worker from the Homer Area Recovery Coalition (HAR.C.), cleans oily rocks in his rock washer – Mars Cove, Port Dick (Gulf of Alaska)

This is the first in a three-part series examining the impacts of the Exxon Valdez oil spill as the state nears the 25th anniversary of the environmental catastrophe.

Ask virtually anyone who was in Homer 25 years ago when the Exxon Valdez oil spill occurred about the impression it made on them, and you are likely to hear a story of frustration, shock, disappointment and deep sadness as they recount the days, weeks and months that followed one of the nation’s largest oil spills.
On the night of March 23, 1989, the Exxon Valdez bashed into Bligh Reef in Prince William Sound, ripping several holes in the bottom of the single-hulled tanker. Crude oil, loaded on the night before from the Trans-Alaska Pipeline and headed to Pacific Northwest refineries, gushed from the vessel. It is estimated that 11 million gallons of thick crude oil bled into the sound, though some say it was much more, and images of oiled birds and otters quickly caught the world’s attention.
Those who lived through the spill know the details as they were reported in those first few days. Captain Joseph Hazelwood was in command of the vessel, and diverted course from normal shipping routes to avoid icebergs. He then turned the bridge over to the ship’s third mate and went to bed. At 12:27 a.m., the U.S. Coast Guard got a call from Hazelwood.
“We’ve fetched up hard aground, north of Goose Island off Bligh Reef and, evidently, we’re leaking some oil,” Hazelwood told officials in a recording that would be played time and again on documentaries.
Hazelwood, many alleged, slurred on that recording, and was later found to have been drinking, making him an easy target for the fury and frustration that followed the spill. But others pointed to overworked crew, broken radar equipment, and insufficient safety protocols, all factors they said were known to Exxon management but overlooked. No matter who or what was to blame, the question quickly became what to do next.

Not if, when

News of the oil spill spread through the state the following morning, but few knew about it before Riki Ott, a marine toxicologist and fisherman in Cordova. In fact, in some ways, Ott knew about the spill before it even happened. The night before, Ott, who had been nominated by the local fishing union as their spokesperson, telephonically attended a meeting in Valdez to talk about the need for better protections for Prince William Sound. For over a decade, the oil industry had been pumping crude from the pipeline into tankers. Initially, there had been safety measures in place, but with no mishaps, those measures had been relaxed. Ott said she had told people for years that the set-up was dangerous and ripe for disaster. But it just so happened that one of those conversations happened as the Exxon Valdez was loading its tanks full of crude.
“They asked me, ‘What are the risks of our oil neighbor,’” Ott recalled. “That’s when I told them, ‘It’s not if, but when it occurs, and we’re not going to be prepared as a community.’”
The next morning, Ott heard a knock on her door. She lived on a hill high above Cordova, only accessible by climbing up the mountain, so she knew a knock at 7 a.m. must be an emergency. At her doorstep was Jack Lamb, Cordova District Fishermen United officer.
“He said, ‘We’ve had the big one,’” Ott recalled.
Racing to dress, Ott’s first thoughts were to get up and see what was happening. She got in touch with a local bush pilot and they were soon headed over Prince William Sound. Ott said they were the second plane to fly over “the mess.”
“I was shocked by seeing this little tanker in this big ink stain, all over beautiful Prince William Sound,” she said. “It was this giant amoeba, and I knew one blow and it was going to be all over the place.”
Even in those early hours, the toxic nature of the oil below was obvious to those riding in the plane with Ott. All of them started to get sick to their stomachs, she said.
They climbed up in elevation, out of what Ott described as a blue fog that was “like a gas station on steroids.” Soon, the air cleared.
Ott, as well as many others, said in those first moments, they were struck with a sense of helplessness. As they headed to town to town to refuel, she wondered what one person could really do in the face of something so large. But there was also a recognition that she had been put in the right place at the right time to be of assistance to her community.
“That’s when I had my thought, ‘I know enough to make a difference, but do I care enough,’” she said. “That’s when I decided to dedicate the rest of my life to end this threat, because as long as we drill, we are going to spill.”

Early cleanup efforts minimal

By today’s standards, the initial response to the Exxon Valdez oil spill are laughable. Even nine hours after the spill, no response equipment was on scene. The Exxon Baton Rouge was diverted to the scene, allowed to dump its oily ballast water into the sound on its way to provide a place to pump the remaining oil off the Exxon Valdez. But equipment that was supposed to be ready was not, and the first day response drew anger from fishermen and state officials alike, including then governor Steve Cowper, who called the response “slow and inadequate.”
The transfer began on day two, and after the fact, some praised the work of those involved in pumping thousands of gallons of oil off the leaking vessel. But news on other fronts was bad. Many of the Exxon Vadez’ tanks were ruptured. The leaking continued. Boom and other supplies were few and far between. While planes gathered up boom from around the world and flew it to Alaska, residents watched in horror. The response effort included an experimental drop of chemical dispersants, which some said were as dangerous as the oil itself. A portion of the oil was burned off, which was somewhat effective. But little in the way of a comprehensive plan was forming.
Frank Mullen, an Alaska fisherman since he was a teenager, was a Kenai Peninsula Borough assemblyman at the time, and said the initial days found him and many others in a state of shock.
“Nobody had ever seen or heard of anything like it,” Mullen said. “As people started to understand what a killing machine it was, it was really emotional for people who lived here and loved Alaska.”
Mullen recalled meetings where fishermen were told by Exxon officials that they were going to be “made whole.”
“I remember fishermen by the hundreds standing around in jammed rooms, shaking their fists in anger at the corporate guys, saying, ‘Tell us about that. Tell us how you’re going to do that. We’ve been out there. We’ve carried the oil home by the bucketful. You’re lying to us if you’re telling us your going to pick it up and make us hole.”

The wind blows slick toward Homer

While there might have been some hope of containing the spill in the early days, but two days after the spill, the winds picked up, whipping the oil into a mousse described as resembling peanut butter. What had been a relatively contained oil stain was now scattered over hundreds of miles, and with that movement, the Kenai Peninsula’s position relative to Prince William Sound became all the more clear.
Mike O’Meara had been working for the Pratt Museum since the early days of the spill documenting what was happening for an exhibit on the disaster. Initially, the spill had seemed relatively far away, but when the wind blew it out into the Gulf of Alaska, the perspective changed, O’Meara said. People started trying to construct boom out of logs to protect portions of Kachemak Bay, since nothing commercial was available. Frustration mounted at the lack of response. The stress of the situation started to wear on people.
“It was like a war zone,” O’Meara recalled. “Every morning I would come into town and think maybe this is the last time I see this intact.”
For Willy Dunne, who had been in Homer for only two years when the spill occurred, there was a similar sense of shock initially, followed by anger. He was just starting his family, building a cabin, and living to some extent off the land and the sea. He had spent time in Prince William Sound and knew what a resource was there. The thought of it covered with oil was devastating, he said.
“To have this entity, irresponsibly cause damage — it felt like my family’s future was threatened,” he said. “It was like some entity comes in and breaks into your house — it was such a violation.”
Mullen, meanwhile, began attending official meetings as a member of the borough assembly as the slick moved toward Seward and the outer coast of the Kenai Peninsula.
“Lots of people said a lot of stuff, but there was not a lot of action,” Mullen said. “There wasn’t much they could do. Exxon tried to buy every piece of boom out there and it wasn’t enough. I really came away with the feeling of hopelessness.”
Animal rescue centers were set up around the peninsula, Mullen said, and had some success, though the majority of the birds, otters and marine mammals who got oiled died before rescuers could get to them.
Mullen remembers doing surveys in a helicopter and landing on remote beaches, the memory still
“You get your hip boots on and you wade into the water,” he said. “You see birds and things. I hoped I could save a bird. You’re walking around in this mousse and you feel lumps in it as you are walking and you realize they are carcasses of otters. There were just hundreds of them, dead and mixed in with this gooey Vaseline.”
Peninsula responds to spill cleanup effort
All of a sudden, the oil was in Homer’s backyard, and so were the VECO Corporation officials contracted by Exxon to oversee the spill’s cleanup. With them came a new element to the drama of the spill — money. With all but setnet fishing shut down in the Cook Inlet, lots of fishermen were sitting idle with their boats. VECO hired them, paying boat owners thousands. People were hired to clean up the beaches, which many involved said was an exercise in futility. But the money was good, and the expectations low.
Dunne took a job surveying the beaches for Alaska State Parks. Initially, he thought it was a volunteer position. On the boat over, he and other would-be volunteers were told it had been changed to a paid position. On the outer coast, his job was to count dead sea life.
“We were walking up to our calves in mousse with a halibut gaff to hook dead birds with,” Dunne said. “It was surreal. It was hard to imagine that this could ever happen.”
After three weeks on the coast, Dunne said he had seen enough. He hitched a ride back home and didn’t go back. Partly it was the destruction that got to him, he said, but partly it was the greed he saw as well.
“The oil spill interrupted everything, but for some people, it was just a well-paid party,” Dunne said.
That was a sentiment that divided more than a few communities in Alaska, as people began to notice the spill money was caused divisiveness between those desperate to save their state and others less passionate about the effort. Some, such as a group of volunteers who called themselves the Homer Area Recovery Coalition, banded together to clean up Mars Cove. With equipment they built themselves, the volunteers meticulously cleaned each stone on the beach.
Mullen and other Cook Inlet Fishermen showed their frustration with the process in another way. They blockaded an oil tanker from docking at the Nikiski delivery terminal.
“When you are sitting on the deck of drift boat looking up at a 1,100-foot ship, that’s a long ways up there,” Mullen said, recalling that the tanker, which was unescorted and operating under its own power, played somewhat of a game of chicken with them.
After the ship came to a halt, one of the gillnetters put the bow of his boat up against the tanker, just for show.
“I think we made our point,” Mullen said. “Before you’re going to haul crude oil around, let’s have a response plan. Let’s have some idea what you’re going to do if it spills. There was a lot of anger toward the broken promises.”

Next week, the Homer Tribune examines the lessons learned and not learned from the Exxon Valdez oil spill, from oil tanker navigation safety to our spill response plans and equipment. Has Alaska learned its lesson?

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1 Response for “Remembering the spill”

  1. excellent article says:

    Thank you for writing this.

    It is important for Homer folks to realize that the current city council and Micchiche are working to turn our community into an oil and gas exploration port.

    JUNEAU-Last week, the Legislature unanimously passed Senate Bill 148, sponsored by Senator Peter Micciche (R-Soldotna), which clarifies state law to exclude the Port and Harbor of Homer from the Kachemak Bay Critical Habitat Area (KBCHA). The bill was the first to pass the Legislature in 2014.

    “The KBCHA provides critical protection for the incredible natural resources of Kachemak Bay; the very foundation of Homer and the Lower Kenai Peninsula’s local economy, lifestyle, and unique quality of life,” said Senator Micciche. “The passage of Senate Bill 148 greatly improves environmental protection in Kachemak Bay and Lower Cook Inlet by providing safe harbor and protection for the over-winter mooring, maintenance, repair and emergency services of oil and gas exploration and support vessels and related equipment.”

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