Apparently it’s a holiday tradition for the populace of L.A.
and Phoenix to gather on the Lower Colorado, in this case, Buckskin Mountain
State Park, to celebrate the four day Thanksgiving weekend. They come with
their ski-dos, ski boats, and unmuffled supercharged speed boats. They race up
and down the river all day long their deafening roar drowning out the peace and
quiet of the campground. Ducks, Coots, and various water fowl flee in fright. Motor cycles, quads, ATV’s and Jeeps add to
the commotion, the dust visible miles away. From the California side of the
river, gun fire from target practice goes on during the day, replaced at night with
fireworks and amped up bar music. All this is fueled by alcohol consumption
that individually exceeds the average annual rainfall for the entire county. Sirens
on the highway attest to busy police and ambulance services. No law enforcement
patrols the river; noise and speed are entirely unregulated. Today the revelers are packing up their toys and going home. Yes, I
am thankful that Thanksgiving is over.
Neanderthals think they still live in the wild west; a place of limitless resources to be tamed and used for their own personal whims.
ReplyDeleteAnd these folks can vote. A shame that folks can't respect others in this crowded world, especially in such beautiful places. Thanks Jim for your observations. Well written. Too bad there just can't be subdued bluegrass jams scattered along the river bank. Waterfowl would love it;^)
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