As the Wasatch mountain peaks shed their bright snow covered caps each spring, one canyon snowfield, shaped like a horse (and sometimes with a pony aside) manifests during the last weeks of May into the first weeks of June on a good water year. My grandfather Alpheus used to be the water master in Kaysville and he would say that when the legs disappeared from the Snow Horse then it was time for water to go on regulation (high water was over). It was also the time when he and Dad would take my brother and me up to Bair’s Canyon and we would bucket the water out of the pools below the diversion to catch the stranded trout (otherwise doomed) and plant them into our fish pond in Spring Hollow (Fruit Heights, UT) just downhill from Hwy 89.