By Jennifer Idol
As I flew over the Gulf of Mexico on a return trip from Tobago, the pilot made an announcement. We were flying over the Deepwater Horizon oil spill. I sat on the right side of the plane in a window seat and pressed my face against the window. As I looked down, I saw an array of oil tankers surrounding water that flamed as they desperately tried to contain the spillage. I did not take a photo. Instead, I burned the image into my mind.
The moment the sight receded into the distance, I deeply regretted freezing in my seat and gazing downward without capturing the scene. This spill took place in my backyard. As a Texan with nearly 20 years of diving experience, I knew our underwater environment would be immensely impacted.