water

Rain lots of it,good for the crops. Personally I am quite pleased with it, we were so dry  and i don't care much for dry. I love a freaken desert don't get me wrong .Just not here where I grew up wading through brook trout laden creeks and froggy filled swamps. Chasing dragon flys and skating through the trees where the ice flows changed the landscapes in the winter. Water, creeks, rivers  and ponds. Swamps, springs, waterfalls. And all of it teaming with wild life. As a ten year old girl my mother would say I 'll start frying spuds you go catch dinner, and I would! Including wild onions and if I was lucky a mushroom or ten, at least a puff ball. And I 'd be back with enough trout to feed a family of seven fish eaters, before the spuds were overcooked. Kept the pole on the porch and I had a piece of goat hide I used for bait a lot. It had dried on to the hook and the fish couldn't strip it. A grass hopper or a worm was prime too, and what we called a Colorado spinner. As fast as my hook hit the water we would have fish. Funny thing  I haven't caught a fish in twenty years. I lived for it then. But I have found I am not much of a fishermen. I was spoiled, I don't like it if I am not catching fish. Now days I have a hard time seeing the line and the knots any way. But water... I am of water. Just a day or two down from viking ancestry so they say. Give me a sea spray any day. Rain hell ya. I am a lousy swimmer.  But I still swim every summer, in any creek  I  get a chance at, in Montana. You didn't make camp with out water. Hardly ever. Even the snow held the promise of water. A storm cloud or a  pregnant women.