Most writers seek inspiration during sessions of full consciousness, I’m wired differently. In that semi awake mode that hangs between deep sleep and awareness of the world around you, my head begins buzzing with concepts, phrases, loose words, full sentences and complete paragraphs. Trying to ignore this buzzing is futile. It signals the end of night and the beginning of a longer day than the one planned. I cannot choose when this happens, but am duty bound to rise and record these whirling words and lay them out. Hopefully into something worth the effort to write and for you to read. You being the final judge, while I free myself from these words, seeking to sleep through the night until they come again. Will it be tomorrow? I do not know.
I do know that the rain has started to grace the valley and for that I cannot take all the credit. Many of you read this weekly stream of thought and took on the challenge of washing your vehicles, making sure I was made aware of your contribution. Tracy Buckner gets a special shout out for posting an arty photo of suds on her windshield as she trundled through the car wash. Becky and Pat, while most likely heading off to Spring Training in AZ at least washed their wheels before flying south. I myself pushed the clouds to open by washing for the last time a good friend and reliable mode of transportation before turning it over to a young family that will guide it through the next phase of it’s life.
(I should note here that the photo above was taken on March 22, 2010.)
Having removed the trappings of an obsessive angler from my old 4runner, most of which was a collection of loose flies clipped from tippets and deposited in cup holders or simply tossed on the backseat floor, I have made it kid friendly. It now faces another life filled with spilled milk, diapers, binky monkeys and the paraphernalia needed when traveling with young children. I assure you this is a new adventure for the old rig, but it will perform admirably.
Just as admirably as you all have by washing your cars, planning outdoor weddings and family reunions to help inspire the rain to fall. The plan seems to be working, if a bit too well. This weekend is forecast to really get with the program and that could be an issue. You see, Dec Hogan rolls into town this Saturday for two days of Spey Casting Classes and it would be nice to complete them without being pushed back into the stream-side brush by rising waters. Moderate rainfall would be best and I believe this could be accomplished by well timed auto washings. So in an effort to temper the tempest I suggest an odd/even system bases on plate numbers, kind of like the old fuel crisis days. Those with vanity plates will probably just wash their rigs everyday.
This effort should continue until the state announces that we are no longer in danger of a water shortage. Of course, it is important to use as little water as possible during this exercise and conserve when and where you can. If we fail in this endeavor to bring balance back to the water table I hold in reserve the vehicles of the top two Sandy River guides. We will, by force if needed, wash and wax those rigs to prevent a full on drought.
Now all that it left for me to do is break in a new fishing rig. I believe I'll wash it on Monday, before I hit the river.