The magic of rushing water cannot be equaled. This is especially true for a dyed-in-the-wool desert dweller. I just can't imagine all that water just running down a mountainside and not doing something. Most of my interaction with water has been in the form of irrigation and sprinklers. We either have no water or too much, there are seldom times when there are pleasant interludes with just enough. Watching a mountain stream roar past makes me doubt all that I know to be true about the scarcity of water. It reminds me of the old Colorado Plateau farmer who was rescued after being stranded by a flood. All he could say was "It is a pity it won't last."
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