- Location
- Grand Marais, MN
1880 was when the Weather Bureau (pre-NWS) started recording daily temps in San Antonio.
We've set all-time highs this year. Being I broke-out the passenger and driver's windows in my truck and procrastinate getting them replaced (haven't had any rain anyway), the house is also not air-conditioned. I'm happy to report that I seem to be getting used to this. The early mornings are tolerable and while the static water level in the well has dropped 20 feet, I keep the little kiddie-pool full of fresh cold water. At night, the deer drink most of it and poop in what's left.
Calves are a liability, not a commodity. Same with goats. Round bales are selling for 80-95 dollars again, up from $35 to $40. Fields are dead. Not "dormant"...just dead. Creeks and ponds are gone and the Pedernales River is not running...at all.
Selling the whole enchilada, studying historical and predicting future trends, the old northern edges of the cotton belt connected to the southern reaches of the corn belt is where there's going to moisture more reliable that assures a greener future. This place is going to look like Saudi Arabia pretty soon. Tattered street kids selling Chicklets, Donkey-sex shows, Mel Gibson racing along lonely stretches of abandoned freeways, trying to keep the peace between the wandering nomads in search of water and the Iraqi vets who've learned cannibalism.
La Nina, El Nino. Bullcrap. If they're there or not, it makes no difference. I forgot even what a cloud looks like.
On the other hand, everything's pretty good otherwise.
We've set all-time highs this year. Being I broke-out the passenger and driver's windows in my truck and procrastinate getting them replaced (haven't had any rain anyway), the house is also not air-conditioned. I'm happy to report that I seem to be getting used to this. The early mornings are tolerable and while the static water level in the well has dropped 20 feet, I keep the little kiddie-pool full of fresh cold water. At night, the deer drink most of it and poop in what's left.
Calves are a liability, not a commodity. Same with goats. Round bales are selling for 80-95 dollars again, up from $35 to $40. Fields are dead. Not "dormant"...just dead. Creeks and ponds are gone and the Pedernales River is not running...at all.
Selling the whole enchilada, studying historical and predicting future trends, the old northern edges of the cotton belt connected to the southern reaches of the corn belt is where there's going to moisture more reliable that assures a greener future. This place is going to look like Saudi Arabia pretty soon. Tattered street kids selling Chicklets, Donkey-sex shows, Mel Gibson racing along lonely stretches of abandoned freeways, trying to keep the peace between the wandering nomads in search of water and the Iraqi vets who've learned cannibalism.
La Nina, El Nino. Bullcrap. If they're there or not, it makes no difference. I forgot even what a cloud looks like.
On the other hand, everything's pretty good otherwise.