Today I learned that the Torrey irrigation canal is eleven miles long. Imagine organizing a group today to hand dig a ditch a hundred yards long, much less eleven miles. It’s not like those pioneer folk didn’t have stuff to do just trying to stay alive. It still takes a great number of people to keep the water flowing and apportion it fairly. And I never forget we live on the edge of a desert. It’s out of respect for the preciousness of that water resource that we planted a higher value crop like cider apples.
I guess these top 10 of 2014 are going to come out in dribs and drabs. A few weeks ago I was invited to photograph the clean-up and eventual remodel of the oldest house in Torrey. I dropped by during the first phase, which was spraying the place down for Hanta virus. I probably did more inside than I should have before that work was done since I didn’t have a mask. But the debris and junk that was in the way of the disinfection would be removed, and then I would miss it, so I grabbed the opportunity. More on this project in the weeks ahead.
After yesterday’s walkabout,I watched the Stage 2 tour on the live feed until the riders were about 20 km from the finish line, then walked the block away to see them come flying in. In those few minutes, the race turned into a mad sprint down UT-24, much to the crowd’s delight.
Afterwards, while the last of the 130 riders straggled in, a few pretty beat up from crashing on the course, I hung out with friends on the street while we waited for the awards.
A friend said to me yesterday that the Tour of Utah was the biggest thing he’d seen hit this part of Utah in 40 years. I haven’t been here long enough to assert such a thing, but it was a very big deal for Torrey Town. Friends and neighbors suited up as volunteers.
The traveling crew began packing up the finish line equipment moments after the last rider straggled in, but Torrey Town was still celebrating the sweet victory of hosting the Tour.