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MORRISON SPRING |
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From 1956 to 1974 this was home. My family was only leasing the place, operating a fish camp and scuba diving resort. A bait shop/snack bar, boat rental, a dollar to dive and a dollar fifty to fill a scuba tank didn’t provide much of a living; Mom worked while Dad stayed home to mind the store, then they reversed roles. I always knew the spring could never truly be my home, but growing up there was wonderful. Thomas Wolfe’s quote, “You can never go home.” is reality for me; Morrison is now a state park. Visiting the spring is bittersweet for me. It’s as though we were never really there. But that water flows in my blood and Morrison will always be a part of me. |
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Morrison Spring, on a clear morning in early autumn. A place I once called home... |
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This photo was taken by Joel Adler, a professional photographer who has taken many outstanding photos of Morrison Spring |
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The following pictures were taken by the US Navy for the SEALAB Project. Equipment used in the SEALAB Project was tested at Morrison Spring from 1963 through 1968. |
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This picture is unique because it shows just a few of the dozens of ancient, deadhead logs scattered among the coontail moss beds that were a special part of Morrison’s underwater scenery and provided cover for fish.
Unfortunately, every deadhead was removed by thieving profiteers in the 1990’s & cut into lumber.
A sad end to a beautiful feature the spring, which should have resulted in arrest and criminal prosecution. |
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I sure did want to play with this SEALAB toy. |
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Morrison Spring circa 1946 |
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Note the coontail moss clinging to the end of the log in the background |