This past August I put my
interpretive skills back to use on the waters of Mono via
Committee canoe tours. What an inspiration! I met so many
enthusiastic newcomers: people who got up at the crack of
dawn for a canoe ride and left at noon as savvy politcos,
arguing Mono's case. It restores one's faith in the power
of the single voice.
Then I was working in the bookstore on St. Patrick's
day. It was warm and sunny, and three women stopped in
and spent time browsing and talking. One was member Anne
Gotchy, a Guardian of the Lake. She shared with me a
story about the first time she came to Mono, asked
eagerly about the water level, bought a copy of Storm
Over Mono. On her way out the door towards an
afternoon of exploring, she turned to me and said
"Thank you for all the great work you do."
Imagine, I thought, members thanking me.
The concept seemed astounding. What I mean is that I am
nothing but a vehicle for the goodwill and effort of you,
our members. I take your hopes and resolve out of
envelopes and do the paperwork. For you to thank me.
A gift. To live and work in this relentless place, to get
to be one of the ones who can go and dip my toes in the
rising water ... I live in proxy for the true givers.
I hope that you truly realize it. I'm humbled every day
by the kindness and sheer determination that arrives via
U.S. Post. People send us the only dollar they can
spare some months, just to let us know that they are out
there. The true gift is yours, every one. I sincerely
hope that I live up to your example. Thank you, our
fellow advocates, for 20 years of never giving up what
you believe.