postcard of Georgia-Pacific Pulp Mill, Eureka and Humboldt Bay, Circa 1965 Credit: Humboldt Room Collection, HSU.

The shorelines of Humboldt Bay are littered with ghost towns … rusting remnants of the county’s once-rumbling economic engine.

Halfway down Samoa Peninsula sits the idling structures comprising the 45-year-old Evergreen Pulp Mill. Since 2008, the factory, once employing over 200 people, has been managed by a skeleton crew charged with maintaining functions at a bare minimum should the unlikely occur — a restart of the plant’s massive five-story boiler.

It’s been more than a year since the turbines have turned over. For a while, co-owner Bob Simpson’s striving efforts to find some $400 million in funding for parent company Freshwater Pulp Co. surmounted obstacle after obstacle. Then they finally ground to a halt last month.

In 2005, then-owner Lee and Man Paper Manufacturing of Hong Kong split from Evergreen Pulp. That relationship had been tenuous at best, and little investment had been made to modernize Evergreen.

The onshore winds buffet the sprawling mill’s miles of boiler and exhaust pipes. The elevator in the boiler tower is down, stuck on floor one. Fourteen flights of stairs usher a visitor to the top. At the ceiling, a small ladder leads to a shoulder-width hatch; then, one of the widest views of Humboldt County — a 180-degree expanse of east county’s hills, the harbor entrance far down to the south, Trinidad Head in the north. Directly below sits an empty asphalt parking lot. On lower-tide days, the bow and superstructure of the U.S.S. Milwaukee — grounded since the 1917 failed rescue of the U.S. Navy submarine H3 — is visible between wave sets.

Three osprey soar the breeze between the stacks. They’ve taken roost atop quiet exhaust pipes and have done well on the steady diet of Evergreen’s ample pigeon population.

You wouldn’t want to hang out on the roof for long during a winter storm. It’s the tallest building between San Francisco and Portland … if it housed offices instead of the five-story boiler, it would be classified as a skyscraper. That boiler is an engineering feat pointing to the industrial optimism of the mid-century, hanging independently.

The mill’s last moniker — Evergreen — nodded toward an environmental optimism the plant initially battled. Under Bob Simpson, its forced departure from industrial pollution was grabbed as a solution to post-timber woes.

The mill was dragged into the modern era following Humboldt Surfrider’s Clean Water Act lawsuit against the mill, then owned by Lousiana-Pacific, and against the Simpson pulp mill in Freshwater. Settled in ’91, the two-year lawsuit closed the door on both mills’ ability to dump some 40 million gallons of activated chlorine (the “Kraft” process of converting wood pulp into bleached white paper) and untreated wastewater daily into the ocean. The effluence contained dioxin and excessive levels of other toxins. Surfers were coming out of the water with skin rashes and complaining of nausea. The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency levied the largest penalty in the western United States at the time — $5.8 million.

L-P successfully made the transition to use of hydrogen peroxide in the pulp bleach process, and constructed its wastewater treatment element to eliminate toxic discharge. Concurrently, the mill’s ocean outfall pipes were extended well beyond the shoreline. Simpson Paper Company did not modernize, and closed its pulp mill in ’96.

Since the departure of Lee and Man, Bob Simpson had been attempting to restart that boiler and refire the North America’s only non-chlorine pulp mill, ensuring greener industrial jobs well into the future. In September, Simpson annouced that the mill would be permanently closed and parted out.

The ghost town is established and now, while they still stand, only the pigeons and osprey will rule the Samoa stacks.

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  1. While I regret the loss of local jobs from the closure of both mills on Humboldt Bay, I am heartened by the improved air quality and halt to other forms of environmental pollution. We as a people are so slow to take steps to improve our environment – both indoors and out. On this Thansgiving Day, for example, I am thankful for not having to ingest secondhand smoke and that Sarah Palin has no role in governing our country!

  2. For the record, the mills were found guilty of exceeding limitations for pH, chronic toxicity, total suspended solids, sanitary waste, black liquor discharges, ammonia nitrogen, rates of dilution, discoloration, and natural light — not only was the ocean treated as a dumping ground for toxic waste, but polluting the air as well. The case study for anyone interested can be found here.

    Part of the settlement monies funded a shower and emergency phone at the North Jetty, but the larger percentage went into a fund at Humboldt Area Foundations. Beneficiaries of that fund are listed here.

    More info about Surfrider Foundation’s local chapter here.

    The lack of investment in a plan that attempted to meet environmental standards while maintaining local jobs was a real disappointment to all.

  3. I guess the copy editor had the day off when this story was submitted. It’s one of the most careless and awkwardly written pieces I’ve seen in awhile. Almost painful to read. Way below the Journal’s usual solid, and often excellent, standard of writing.

  4. I thought I’d be the only one to comment on this crap. I’m with Reynard, some people are just more cut out for things like photography as opposed to journalism. That being said:

    1. Great photos Terrance! Now stick to the stuff your good at!

    2. Who gives a fuck about 200+ jobs while that stack was making everyone sick! Would everyone cry about jobs at the Nuke Plant(assuming it was still operating) if it was polluting the bay and giving everyone else here(besides the poor souls on Humboldt Hill) cancer? Good riddance to bad rubbish!

    3. On the subject of rubbish, has anyone else noticed the downward spiral of the North Coast Journal? Here’s what we got this week:

    -Terrance McNally’s literary masterpiece of 600 words. No, really! 600 words exactly! Was that the minimum that Hank wanted? Or did that article start as a letter to the editor? Don’t outdo yourself there, buddy!

    -Hank Sims’ usual pompous rant about how things should be. Look out Andy Rooney, here comes the Town Dandy!(Is that Andy Rooney dude still alive?Hope not…) Dead or not, still some “stiff” competition for Hank’s neo-conservative bitching…

    -Ryan’s blatant disregard for sensitivity in native issues. Read the intro. ‘Nuff said…

    -A rather large section of wasted of trees advertising Christmas crap.

    Speaking of Christmas, special thanks to Jen Savage and her “Savage Money” column, no sarcasm implied. A great way to counter the capitalist bullshit that is synonymous with the holidays.

    Good thing to know that there are still a couple of progressive’s over there at the NCJ, but with only Bob, Heidi (and maybe a few others left), the talent is getting kind of thin over there, eh?

  5. Someone from Eureka who now lives outside of the area called today and she happened to ask about the pulp mill. I told her about the beautiful, sad eulogy in the Journal this week. She replied that she didn’t miss the smell.

  6. Lived on Humboldt Hill 1975-76. Little dog died of cancer through and through, later ex-husband died of cancer. Beware.

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