The Farmer and the Cowboy Should Be Friends (of the Environment)
In early October 2011, I made my annual fall
pilgrimage to Moab, Utah. Having lived there for three months in the
fall of 2005, I knew that October weather in Moab was unpredictable.
After the first cold front of the season blew in with me, I was
surprised at how quickly weather in the Spanish Valley returned to its default position, which is Indian summer.
On October 6, 2011, it was sunny in the valley, yet storm clouds still hung on the peaks of the La Sal Range. What better day could I find to visit Ken’s Lake, out on Poverty Flat, near the head of the Spanish Valley?
When I arrived, I saw a few campers in the
campground, yet on only one boat floating upon the lake. As I watched,
I could see the oarsman rowing his pontoon-style fishing boat towards
shore. Although I stood no further than thirty feet from where he
made landfall, the old angler never looked up or acknowledged my
presence.
Only when I asked him why the lake was so high
this year did he speak. He gave me a few matter-of-fact sentences,
telling me all that I needed to know. “It was a good snow year. There
was still snow on the north-facing slopes until August. The slower
snowmelt this year kept filling the lake, even as
irrigation water flowed from the dam. Still, it hasn’t rained much
lately and the lake is a lot lower than it was just a few weeks ago.”
After I thanked him for the information, he returned to his silent
mode, placed his boat on a small trailer and drove away without
another word.
After he departed, I marveled at the differences I
could see from just one year earlier, in October 2010. When I wrote
an article about that visit, I called it “Ken’s Puddle”,
which is what it looked like to me. At that time, I suggested that
farmers and others who shared in Ken’s Lake water might want to look
towards conservation of this resource, rather than exploitation. Did my
words and wishes have some positive effect on water levels in the
lake? On the other hand, did fewer regional dust storms this year keep more snow in the higher reaches of the La Sal Range watershed until later in the season?
Cynics
would say that those entitled to shares of Ken’s Lake Water took
every drop that they could get this year. Redemption came only when
Mother Nature replenished the water faster than the outfall pipe
carried it away to crops and cattle. I prefer to think that even those
who are “entitled”
are conserving more and using less of those sacred waters. By his
demeanor, I would guess that the lone angler I saw that day was a
longtime Moab rancher or farmer. By not drawing his full share of
Ken’s Lake water this year; did he help Ken’s Lake to remain one of
the few cold-water fisheries in Southeastern Utah?
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