Growing up in the Southern Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, the streams and rivers were not only our source of clean drinking water, they were our playgrounds. As a kid, I roamed the forests and spent a lot of time in the creeks, especially where I could slide down slick rocks into cold pools.
Thirsty Thursdays is our bimonthly blog series exploring the historic drought in the western United States. In the ongoing series, we’ll share expert opinions, breaking news, compelling articles and the work Earthjustice is doing to protect water resources in a time of extreme water scarcity. Today, we’ll take a look at recent news and some of our favorite articles and videos from around the web.
In the coming month, many kids around the country will excitedly prepare to spend their summers at camps that rest on the shores of scenic lakes and ponds. I used to be one of those lucky kids when I spent my coming of age summers at a camp on Crescent Lake.
Sure, I have never been a particularly strong swimmer and I did spend most of my childhood afraid of water, but I could not help but appreciate the beauty and enjoyment of Crescent Lake. I swam, fished and paddled kayaks and rowboats in that lake.
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The only problem with a pastime like fishing in the middle of the Arizona desert was the absence of a real lake, but that didn’t stop my grandpa Jimmy.
A WWII paratrooper from South Carolina, Jimmy had settled down in Tucson, Arizona after the war. By the time I met him, he had long retired his wild side for quieter hobbies like watching Jeopardy, writing poetry and fishing.