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-title: Chocolate Waterfalls
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-Just after my 20th birthday, in the summer of 1973, I decided to take
-a course at BYU about desert survival. I spent about 30 days in the
-deserts of Southern Utah learning how to live like a desert rat. On one
-hot and sultry day, my group was walking through a dusty little canyon
-when the skies started to grow very dark and ominous looking. The wind
-started to pick up and began to blow sand and dust into our faces. Our
-leaders told us that a thunderstorm was coming our way and that it would
-be a good idea to try to find some shelter. We found a little overhang
-of rock that afforded us just enough room to stand underneath it as the
-thunderstorm arrived. It was a nice spot to watch the show that nature
-was about to perform for us.
-
-The sky continued to darken as the thunder cell approached. Then the
-rain began to fall. First, there were only a few big fat raindrops that
-smacked into the rocks and dust, making little plopping noises. Then,
-suddenly, the bottom dropped out of the clouds as they dumped their
-heavy load of water right on top of us. I was astonished to see our
-little canyon come alive with the motion of rushing water. It seemed
-like the canyon walls almost instantly erupted with a hundred
-waterfalls. These waterfalls were not the beautiful crystal clear
-waterfalls you see in the pictures on postcards. These were dark muddy
-brown waterfalls. They looked like gushing streams of chocolate milk
-falling from every crack and crevice in the canyon walls.
-
-The lightning was as good as any fireworks show I have ever seen. Huge
-branching forks of light stabbed the ground with a mighty cracking
-noise. The sudden crack was followed immediately by a bellowing boom
-that temporarily drowned out all the noise of rushing water.
-
-The gurgling little stream in the creek bed soon became a boiling,
-rushing soup of muddy water mixed with all sorts of desert debris. It
-was deep enough to soak our hiking boots, but we had no fear of being
-swept away by the current. Fortunately, our little overhang kept the
-rest of our clothing fairly dry as the thunder cell did its best to
-impress us with its prowess. Almost, but not quite as quickly as it
-arrived, the thunder cell moved on and the show was over. Within 20
-minutes, the skies began to clear and the sun came out again. Everything
-returned to normal except for one thing. The water in the creek was
-still 6 to 8 inches deep and covered most of the creek bed in the floor
-of the canyon. As we picked up our gear and resumed our march, we had to
-slosh through the muddy water instead of walk on nice dry sand as
-before.
-
-As we marched on, it slowly began to dawn on me that the creek was our
-only source of drinking water in the desert. With some measure of alarm,
-I realized that my water canteen was nearly empty. I began to imagine
-the worst. I imagined that the muddy brown goop that we were presently
-walking in was probably contaminated by all sorts of disgusting toxic
-stuff like drowned jack rabbits, dead scorpions and coyote poo. I
-couldn't bear the thought of drinking such a foul brew. I uttered a
-silent prayer in my heart. Please let me find some other source of
-drinking water before my canteen runs dry. That night I went to sleep
-with a fervent hope that a new day would bring a miracle. My canteen was
-now empty.
-
-I slept fitfully on a little shelf of rock under another overhang in the
-canyon. It was about 20 feet above the level of the canyon floor. When I
-awoke the next morning, I peered over the edge of the shelf to check out
-the water. My heart sank when I saw that the water still looked like
-dark chocolate milk.
-
-Expecting to die of some terrible disease, I slowly picked my way down
-to the water's edge with my canteen. Maybe I could find a quiet little
-pool where the water wasn't quite so nasty looking. To my utter
-amazement and delight, I found a tiny little spring of water bubbling up
-out of the ground just a few feet from the edge of the creek. As I
-filled my canteen, my heart filled with gratitude. The water was cool
-and clear and tasted refreshingly like the mineral water you can get in
-an expensive restaurant. To this day, I have never looked at a glass of
-water quite the same and I certainly will never again take such a simple
-blessing for granted.