by Charlene Burgi
The title "Water" is not very interesting. It barely warrants the effort of clicking into the blog to read more. But have you ever thought about water and how it reaches all of your senses? Smell, sight, touch, hearing, taste. Do we ever explore the wealth and pleasure that water provides besides acknowledging its hydration properties?
For many years I have written about this precious commodity and the need to conserve; however, these past few weeks brought new light to this writer's eyes. My awareness of water was keenly sharpened as I explored regions of British Columbia on a fishing trip, and followed that trip with another that found me floating along the Deschutes River in Oregon with my children and grandchildren. Both trips held one thing in common: recreational water.
| Fishing on Christina Lake
Fly-fishing for Kamloops trout was a treat. The lodge where my grandson Tim and friends stayed in British Columbia boasts 15 lakes with no more than four people fishing per lake. Each lake requires a hike through beautiful dense forests to access the water. Oft times as we hiked, the morning dew dripped from the vegetation. The misty air seemed to carry a sweetness often noted when it rains—water carrying the scent of the byproduct oils from the forest floor back to us.
Each lake harbored its own coloration. Some lakes reflected the beautiful blue skies, while others picked up the dark dye from tannins found in the pine needles that covered the forest floor. Each lake and its surroundings took our breath away with its beauty.
I learned about the need to wet my hands in the lake before picking up a caught fish to be released. The temperature of the water varied at each lake—some being ice cold while other shallower lakes felt much warmer. My friend Barbara was much relieved to find one lake warmer as the unstable boat she fished in tipped over and left her treading water!
| Atop the bluff in British Columbia
One day, Tim and I hiked from one lake to another. The path was a bit overgrown with vegetation. Although we could not see the water, off to our left we could hear the tinkling sound of a stream, or perhaps falls, as we traversed. The sound of the falling water led us to a pristine lake that graced the base of a bluff begging to be explored. We dropped our fishing gear and began the trek to the top of the bluff. There we savored a lunch provided by the lodge hostess, who rewarded us with a gourmet meal and big bottle of purified spring water still chilled from the depths of the earth.
Water. We take it for granted, yet we would not exist without it. Recreationally speaking, we had a great time—both fishing as well as hooking our flotation devices together on the Deschutes while reminiscing about family fun adventures in the past.
Conservation? The need to conserve and be good stewards of our environment became even more keen this past month. Check out your water senses and tell me what you think! It's worth the exercise!