Saturday, August 29, 2009
Reservoir Dogs II
I suppose Mack Wash should eventually lead to the Colorado River, West of Grand Junction. As far as I know, it never does. But I haven't looked. The water is likely to be used up by the corn before it gets there - but I'm not complaining. Quite unnaturally, this sage and dust telephone pole country sprouts a Frankensteinish lake. You would expect such a desert pond as caused by the earthen dam at Highline to be tepid and green. It is not. Cool and crispy, with fingers of grass spreading at the edges, the mere provides. A svelte 1983 Master Craft skippered by a Geiger or four, and one unGeigered by marriage, we churn it up. Like wakeboarding on the moon. Young rowdy Geoffrey Geiger for scale.