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An arrest is made during the effort to resupply Will Parrish. Courtesy savelittlelakevalley.org.
By the end of my third day of living high in the wick drain stitcher in the northern construction area of the CalTrans Willits Bypass (Saturday, June 22nd), I felt as though in the throes of a dream I was mostly powerless to control. I’d been severely rationing the little bit of food and water I’d been able to bring with me. Meanwhile, due to the floodlights the CHP shined into my platform from four directions, I’d barely been able to sleep. (It was hard enough to sleep on a two-by-seven platform, 50 feet in the air, without a pad, to begin with.) Earlier in the afternoon, I’d run out of food entirely. I was down to about a gallon-and-a-half of water. My body already felt achy and clumsy from being undernourished, such that when I stood for very long, the muscles in my thighs began to shake and I sat back down.
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