Yes, there really is a vital connection among a mussel known as Elliptio crassidens, Samuel Beckett's play "Waiting for Godot," a fish called the slipjack herring and a 1913 Mississippi River dam at Keokuk, Iowa.
Once common in the Upper St. Croix River, that freshwater mussel depends on the migratory slipjack to complete its reproductive cycle. With the advent of the dam a century ago, the slipjack could no longer navigate from its adult habitat in the Gulf of Mexico to the headwaters of the St. Croix. Recently though, biologists discovered in the St. Croix some very old E. crassidens waiting futilely, like the Godot characters, for "a fish that will never come again."
With that mournful dash of Charles Darwin, St. Croix River rat Don Mitchell penned one of those rare perspective-shifting essays that echoes in the mind long after you've turned the page.
The book, "Shimmering Blue Line," a collection of Mitchell's essays with paintings by James Wilcox Dimmers, is full of such unexpected insights and observations about the tannin-tinged waterway that for 164 miles forms the border of Minnesota and Wisconsin. To call Mitchell and Dimmers "river rats" is no disparagement, but rather high praise for friends whose lifetime love of a river has spawned a beautiful book and hundreds of paintings recording it in every season.
The book also comes with a CD of lilting folk and bluegrass-style music written by Mitchell and recorded in a Marine on St. Croix church by a pickup band whose members -- Greig Tennis (bass), Linda Wadsworth (flute), John Wenstrom (guitar), Denise Dellinger (piano) and Mitchell (violin) -- all have other careers, as teachers, lawyer, tech writer. Throw in the recording engineers (Gene DiLorenzo and Evan Johnson) and the book's foreword by explorer Ann Bancroft, and it seems that the whole St. Croix Valley was engaged in the project.
River fever
In a sense, it was. Mitchell and Dimmers have lived in the valley for decades and loved the river from first contact. Mitchell and his wife, Barbara, have a house on the very edge of an 80-foot cliff overlooking the water near Scandia, Minn., while Dimmers lives not far from the river in Osceola, Wis. Over the years they've explored pretty much every byway from the river's origin in a beaver-dammed pond near Solon Springs, Wis., to its junction with the Mississippi. Mitchell writes engagingly about everything from geological potholes and pileated woodpeckers to the scenic easements that have for 40 years preserved the valley from commercial development.
Dimmers, 64, had river fever even while growing up in White Bear Lake. As soon as they got their driver's licenses, he and his best friend would head for the St. Croix to swim at the boom site just north of Stillwater. After graduating from the University of Minnesota, he settled into an old valley farmhouse (without electricity) and set to work honing his impressionist techniques.