Skip to comments.Feds boot Drakes Bay Oyster Co. from Pt. Reyes [California, Ken Salazar]
Posted on 11/29/2012 1:58:00 PM PST by Lonely Bull
U.S. Interior Secretary Ken Salazar rejected a proposal to extend the lease of a popular oyster farm at Point Reyes National Seashore on Thursday, effectively ending more than a century of shellfish production on the 1,100 acres where Europeans first stepped foot in California.
The decision will allow the National Park Service to turn the picturesque bay where Sir Francis Drake landed more than 400 years ago into California's first federally designated marine wilderness area.
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how many jobs lost?
While quite relevant, the real is is how many oysters lost?
Oysters??? Jobs not the only thing lost...
Oh, who cares? Drakes Bay Oyster Co. is dead, and Solyndra is...oh, wait.
Yes, I did search just now and found another story, which gives a number of 30.
I bet a lot of state tax revenue vanishes too.
Jobs and revenue.... things Kalipornia won’t have soon enough
Obama killing another business...Daily kill.
30 jobs lost but like myself a lot of people drive up have a beer and some food and pick up a few dozen oysters and bring them home.
Probably will not go up to Pt Reyes now, no oysters.
What the regimes drones don’t kill, their regulations will.
A big deal for people in the area. Been there forever. They have (had) a nice restaurant and tourist area. Hope and change baby.
“Agenda 21” for another 4 years.
wonder how many of the oyster workers, who will lose their jobs, voted for obama? voting does have consequences.
The Walrus and The Carpenter
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead—
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”
“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more—
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”
“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed—
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”
“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?
“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf—
I’ve had to ask you twice!”
“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.
Haven't been able to find detailed results to that level, but Pt. Reyes is in Marin County which voted 74% for Obama.
Off to Humboldt Bay, then. It’s so isolated even Salazer can’t screw it up.
The aim of these people is to turn every piece of federally-controlled piece of land or ocean into a place only they can go and only they can use.
This bunch is evil beyond description.
Bought pickup loads of oysters there...
Great folks. Some of my marine biology studies included their farm... What a damn shame!!!
And during a depression, they exchanged a hig value use, oyster production, with a low value use, wilderness.
Watch the feds put park rangers in wet suits and patrol the waters Bond-style, lest there be some felonious underwater oyster gatherings going on from the entrepreneurs of the world.
” What the regimes drones dont kill, their regulations will.”
NINE WORDS THAT EXPLAIN HOW OBAMA WILL FINISH OFF OUR ECONOMY.
In my former career as a banker for 35 or more years, I got criticized because the appraiser on the collateral didn't address it at all.
My written response was that nobody cares anymore.
Consequently, I am no longer employed by any bank.