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.
			
		