Stormy Weather

The weather shifted dramatically yesterday. Temps dropped over forty degrees in less than four hours. An easterly fog blew in, not quite the direction I was expecting. It began by simply wafting over the ridge behind me.

It soon took over Brophy and Spangle and headed towards Merlo.

The winds shifted and put me in the direct path.

With weird blizzard like conditions all night long, constant winds on this mountain top, it didn’t so much snow as it did end up in an amazing array of drifts.

Only two degrees upon waking, there is much to do and the snow is still falling, albeit gently and straight down, for a bit of normalcy.

Here are the current weather stats from my neighbor at the junction of Merlo and Schierl (two miles due west, about 350 ft less elevation).

Fahrenheit 451

Introspection today. Long drawn to the subcategory of Hard Science Fiction, these authors (Arthur C. Clark, Isaac Asimov, etc.) are often prophetic. Today is an excerpt from Ray Bradbury’s masterpiece, Fahrenheit 451, also prophetic. Not having predicted the combination of social media and a generation of participation trophy recipients, the decay was still predicted, although the medium changed.

Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally ‘bright,’ did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn’t it this bright boy you selected for beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man’s mind. Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? Me? I won’t stomach them for a minute. And so when houses were finally fireproofed completely, all over the world there was no longer need of firemen for the old purposes. They were given the new job, as custodians of our peace of mind, the focus of our understandable and rightful dread of being inferior; official censors, judges, and executors. – Ray Bradbury, 1953

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A day in the life

A mail run here is a different experience. The gate is about eight miles from the ranch.

The USPS/UPS/FedEx depot is also unique.

Different routes can be explored going to or fro.

About ninety minutes later, it’s back at the homestead and time for a fire.

Relaxing weekend, under pressure

It was a lovely weekend at the ranch. Cool nights, lovely warm days, and a continual reminder of the winds to come. I am sensing patterns, but until a winter with the snow and movement, it still probably won’t make sense. 360 degree views means the wind can always find you.

The food stores for winter are going well. The pressure canner has been through three cycles, number four happening today. Rich meals in jars, sauces, and organic meats are being stored with a five year shelf life, and no energy (fridge/freezer/etc.) required for storage.

Met a new family in the ranch this weekend and everyone here is equally nice. So happy to be here, so pleased with the nature. It’s a lovely place to be.

Social Weekend

Had a guest for the weekend, which was nice, fun, and relaxing.

The deck chairs saw heavy use for a spell.

Moon Bug again traversed the park, this time on roads yet traveled.

Evening at the homestead.