A week ago, I took my youngest son Peter, who is 19, on a cross-country trip. He was leaving the nest to start college in Ohio. We decided we would take the week, just the two of us, and go east across this magnificent continent together. We would mark his transition to the next phase of life with a physical journey of epic scale. It was a proud and bittersweet time for me, as for any father, and it brought us closer.

We stopped to rest at a swimming hole in the Clark Fork River, near Superior, Montana. While we were there, a coal train rumbled westward on the railroad right-of-way visible across the river in the picture below.

Clark Fork River, by Alan Durning

Clark Fork River, by Alan Durning

We walked by the water. Peter found some of the best skipping stones I’d ever seen. He threw a few.

Clark Fork River, by Alan Durning

Clark Fork River, by Alan Durning

The Clark Fork, like so many of Cascadia’s rivers, is an enchanting place. Here’s what it looks like right now.

Clark Fork River train derailment, courtesy of Jane Brockway

Clark Fork River train derailment, courtesy of Jane Brockway

Early this morning, a 66-car freight train derailed in a canyon close to our swimming hole. Twenty-three cars came off the tracks. Four ended up in the river. Two of them are tanker cars. Fortunately, they’re currently empty.

Accidents happen. Ships crash into piers. Trains derail. Sometimes, they blow up. A similar derailment happened nearby in 2009.

Fortunately, the train was mostly carrying wood products. Some lumber spilled and some wood chips. Thankfully, no fossil fuels—no oil, no coal, no petcoke, no tar sands crude—pollutes the Clark Fork today.

But it’s the same route that some energy companies propose to bring tens of millions of tons of coal across each year, plus hundreds of thousands of barrels of oil.

  • Accidents happen. In a globe-spanning industrial economy, some of them are sure to be big. If King Coal and Big Oil have their way, it’s only a matter of time before a derailment contaminates miles of the Clark Fork.

    But that doesn’t have to come to pass. We don’t have to turn the Clark Fork into an export corridor for dirty fuels. It’s a lousy idea in so, so many ways. It’s not the future we northwesterners have been trying so hard to build for our place—a future worthy of our children and the journeys they have yet to take.