The other night I was talking to a guy named Art that used to windsurf at Rush 20 years ago. He told me that one windless day he rode his bike around the lake and started talking to a farmer who lives nearby. The farmer told him that when he moved in there was no lake, just an open field. His grandfather told him that there was a lake there when he was a kid. So apparently Rush goes through cycles of being a lake and a dried-up lakebed. Hopefully, my grandchildren will sail there some day...
I noticed when I was out there yesterday that a developer is putting in a new subdivision on the East side of the lake. It appears that the lots will be about 10 - 15 feet higher than the current water level - guess the developer hasn't spoken with any of the old timers.
As I was riding at Rush yesterday, I thought about my memories of Rush - here are some in no particular order
1. Mitch (I wonder if he would have rode at Rush on big Wednesday on a 5M kite jumping 50 feet in the air over 12" of water?)
2. The great fish die-off
3. 2 kiters, 40 windsurfer days
4. Swell on a SE morning, riding to the pig farm and back
5. Butter Island - more recent memory as it was underwater during the windsurfer years.
6. Ryan's 5 kiteloop jump landing 200 yards inland.
7. Heavy metal, toxic poisoning rumours
8. The afternoon Dugway Proving Grounds alert
9. Baby Birds
10. The Rush Poem - if anyone has a copy, please post.
