Grab a pole, find yourself a rock to stand on and cast your line. My family and I trampled over dead pines, around boulders and through three-ft-high prairie grass as we made our own path down to the lake pictured on this month's cover. There are easier ways to get there, considering it is one of the more popular lakes in Grand Teton National Park, but we like a little bit of adventure and a lot of privacy.
Being a Midwesterner, I am used to muddy lake bottoms. So I was awed by the smooth rounded rocks that covered the bottom of Jenny Lake. I could see at least 12-feet down. Every so often you could catch a glimmer of trout swimming about in the rocky camouflage. A fallen tree over a flat part of the shore provided the ideal spot to set up for a day of fishing. I thought we had found the perfect place.
However, I found, as usual, we were not the first visitors to our "perfect spot." As the guys fished, I explored only to find remnants of human invasion: beer bottles, Styrofoam containers for night crawlers, plastic pop bottles, tangled fishing line and other unidentifiable garbage.
Of course, my first thoughts were of finishers (honestly). Finishers spend a lot of time and money on equipment and processes that do not contribute to their bottom line in order to clean up the water and air contaminated during their production processes. Often the "cleaned up" water is cleaner than when it entered the plant. Finishers may be required to do this by law; however, most of them do it by choice because they too have to drink the water and breathe the air.
Therefore, this probably always will be my pet peeve—people who are so scared of "industrial pollution," yet think nothing of leaving their garbage in the park, along the shore or even on the highway. Maybe they think their few bottles or scraps of paper won't matter…but it does. The finishing industry has shown that it cares about the environment, why don't other people?
A final note: In the June editorial about slowing down, I wrote that the speed of light was 186,000 feet per second. Several readers pointed out that although they liked the editorial, I slowed the speed of light down a bit too much. The actual speed of light is 186,000 miles per second. My apologies to you, the readers, and Albert Einstein. Wow, and just think how much faster you could be fishing at Jenny Lake if you moved that fast!blog comments powered by Disqus