Dreaming of Dynamite

I couldn't fall asleep last night. I was too busy thinking about the logjam in Parunuweap, Utah, where I'm taking adventurous outdoor clients backpacking in August. The logjam had grown by at least 4 feet between my May and August, 2007 trips, forming a waterfall out of what used to be a simple rock chute dropping into a deep pool of water. Who knows how big the logjam is now, after the countless number of weather alert texts I've received in the past 4 months from weather.com, tipping me off to the probability of a flash flood in the Virgin River.
I remembered how we used to get rid of invasive beaver dams when I was a biologist - DYNAMITE! Someone should just blow that thing up.
I lost all interest in counting sheep at that point. The visual of what just one stick would do was fixed in my minds eye. One blast would dislodge those massive tree anchors, break up the cemented sand, and send the smaller debris drifting downstream. We would slide happily and easily down the little rock chute into a refreshing pool of teal green; nobody would be afraid, there would be no obstacle to overcome...
WAIT. Why did I choose Parunuweap? Isn't the whole idea to test myself, to expose others to fitness challenges that make their heart pound, focus dial-in and spirits soar? My own heart was beating faster just thinking about it. Besides, logjams and flash floods are the forces that formed this narrow slot canyon. Consider it a work in progress, a canyon in the making.
Alright, I thought, forget the dynamite. I'll settle for a 100 year flood event instead. That should do the trick. Finally, a visual to put me to sleep!