|When it really floods here, the water runs so loud you can't hear the "on your left!" call|
I've never had an issue with the many disc golfers who populate the better paths in Scottsdale. They always seem courteous and careful about their equipment. It appears that, sensibly, only a handful of disc fairways cross the path. Also, I've never been tempted, nor have I ever seen another cyclist attempt, to cross the Indian Bend Wash in flood time.
But these reminders are here perhaps more to remind us in general. In addition to decreasing liability, I'm sure. Be aware. Always be looking. Attention attention. It's not a bad motto, but I have taken it and adapted it to my own uses. Which involve also paying attention to that which does not threaten. To the quiet, tree-lined path up ahead. To the rustle of a rabbit or quail in the underbrush. The flap of wing. The smile and wave of another. To the possibilities of a new week.
|Attention! Attention! Solitude and peace ahead! Be aware!|