Sunday, March 21, 2010


The story of water in the West almost anyplace is that there's always either too much or too little. As the rancher said over Sunday dinner, "Chicken today -- feathers tomorrow." In spring when the weather warms up enough to melt all the ice and snow, there is plenty of water.

April on the Roaring River means sheets of over-the-bank sediment-laden water. On the good side, the mud is a soil enhancer.

But here's a problem: the high water has undercut the bank and it has slumped into the water.

At last it seems the river is really "roaring" and this looks like a proper waterfall until you spot my father standing next to the cataract. This is in May and the water is overflow draining the land and REMOVING all that sediment. Ack!

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