The water was running high on this recent muggy afternoon, as a group of volunteers in hip waders prepared to step into the Woonasquatucket River.
The banks were lush and green, with a bike path running along one side. Under the trees, coffee cup lids, bottles, and plastic bags littered the ground. Broken glass mingled with clam shells in the mud. And a shimmering rainbow slick coated the edge of the water.