Washoe Lake is a large but somewhat shallow desert lake. Its located between Carson City and Reno at the base of the Sierras. It has gone through droughts before and has come back - or at best retained a small bit of water in the very center. Today the only water that can be seen is at the north end in 'Little Washoe Lake' and that isn't very much.
In the shade of a few scraggly trees sat this bench. A monument to a wind surfer who shared these waters with his fellow surfers. Sadly I don't know anything about him and couldn't find anything on-line about him. But I join this tribute to him with my tribute to the Lake.
While we were there I walked out into the lake-that-was-no-more and collected a couple of rocks. I hope, with all my heart that the rain and snows will come back some day and with them bring the rebirth of Washoe Lake.
"Life is a bed of water filling from many springs and we seem not to know when one gushing flow will oe'r flood the banks only to be succeeded by a drought." - Anonymous