Word: silting
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...each 45 ft. in diameter, must be dug through the rock of surrounding mountains to bring water into the electric generators and irrigation releases. Eventually a 50-mile reservoir will form behind the dam to provide water for crops during West Pakistan's long dry season. So much silt does the Indus carry-twice as much as the Nile at flood season-that the reservoir will be nearly silt-filled in 50 years. To overcome this problem, a link will be dug to the Haro River, which flows near the Indus, and a second reservoir will be created...
...longer the canal stays shut, the harder it will be to open. Silt is piling up in the canal so fast in the absence of dredging operations since June that five feet of navigable depth have already been lost. "If the canal stays closed another year," said an American engineer in Beirut last week, "it will be in such bad shape that they might as well turn it into an irrigation ditch and plant potatoes around it." Even the Egyptians seemed to be looking for alternatives: off to London last week went an official delegation to discuss construction...
...truly Russian mixed drink-vodka and beet borscht, blended with a dab of sour cream and topped off with a miniature boiled potato. My frothy, fuchsia discovery, dubbed "The Volga Boatman," was a pretty drink. But one sip told me it was aptly named. It tasted like river silt...
...only two of the manifestations of Pugetopolis-and many Pugetopolitans are now worried about whether, in the process of industrialization, their paradise will be lost. "How can our state grow with grace?" asks Governor Evans. "We have been the beneficiaries of time and space. We have not suffered the silt and smoke of overindustrialization-yet. We have not succeeded in completely obliterating the beauty of our countryside or polluting our waters-yet. But time, which has been on our side, is rapidly running...
...than festive. Lewis' New York Store is closed. About the only scene of activity seems to be the wharf, naturally enough in a fishing town. It's calmer here, on the inside of the tip, and the tide is low, very low. A dinghy stands adrift on the black silt, waiting for the cold waters to come back; the rickety, nearly rotten legs of the wharf opposite are exposed in their spindly starkness to sea gulls, boats, and fishing nets...