The Denver Post recently published a detailed article on the Suncor Sand Creek petroleum spill with some startling and disturbing background. It seems like some folks had their heads firmly buried in the sandy banks of the aptly named Sand Creek for months if not years before the shit hit the fan.
I had a discussion the other day with a friend about fly fishing for carp in the area. He was of the strong opinion that fishing there implied forgiveness or that everything was OK when clearly it is not and will not be for some time.
He is probably correct on many levels and I struggle with the symbolism of fishing there but I will continue to at least occasionally. Not because everything is fine and dandy but because this is my river. This is your river. This is our river, and I will be damned if Suncor can take it away.
It has taken quite some time for the fishing to return to anything even resembling normal but they certainly couldn't take the river or even the creek away from the carp forever. Tough bastards those carp.
On a side note it was probably a bit idiotic to actually wade-in for the photo. I got caught in the moment which had deep meaning for me. Maybe this space-cadet shouldn't fish there after all. What do you think?