Each letter included my 283-page environmental assessment, my daughter’s hydrological models, and a plain-language summary stating that the court-ordered removal of the dam would flood the subdivision.
I received 17 form letters acknowledging receipt. The Deputy Commissioner of Natural Resources, a former colleague of mine, wrote me a personal note back: “Rowan, I have flagged the file internally. When this breaks, we will move fast. Take care of your family.”
I hired a licensed dam removal contractor named Stellan Brink. He had removed 14 dams in the state over his career. When he read my flood risk memos, he took his reading glasses off, set them on my kitchen table, and refused to quote me a price immediately.
“Mr. Thibault,” Stellan said, looking me in the eye. “With respect, sir, I would like to go on record with you that in my professional opinion, your dam should not be coming down in spring.”
“I know, Stellan. I am still going to do the job.
