The dry casualties,
more cordwood and deadfall fuel,
litter the landscape.
To complete our documentation of last week’s efforts to improve the availability of water for cattle, Terri Blanke stands beside the upper concrete box last Wednesday, one of many constructed by Earl McKee, Sr. and Lee Maloy in the 1930s when they packed cement and sand on mules from the Kaweah River, five miles and 2,500 feet in elevation away.
From the bottom, the upper box was plumbed to the lower box with 1½“ steel pipe too rusty and leaky to repair, rendering the lower box useless. In the 1990s, Earl McKee, Jr. and Chuck Fry constructed the pond below with dozers to collect all the leaks plus seasonal runoff. Dirt tank dry by the end of June for past two years, I installed the little galvanized trough last year to provide clean water by utilizing a hole in the side of the upper box.
While David Langton was mucking out the pond at Grapevine last Saturday, I plumbed the second concrete tank to the overflow of the little galvanized trough with 1 ¼“ PVC and galvanized riser. On Monday, while David was covering the PVC, he bumped the rock beside the galvanized trough with his backhoe’s outrigger, which moved the empty trough and snapped my PVC fill pipe. We plugged the flow from the upper box with a plastic bag and I went for hose at the corrals a mile below to syphon water into the galvanized trough rather than lose it, giving me time (2½ hours) to get to town for galvanized pipe replacements.
There wasn’t enough water stored in the little galvanized trough for the fourteen head of cows living at Ragle Springs, yet the little trough filled and overflowed at night. Assuming the lower box doesn’t leak as it fills, we will have enough water stored for the fourteen cows—a good day for all.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged David Langton, Dirt Works, Earl McKee, Ragle Springs, Sulphur Peak, weekly-photo-challenge
RAISING HELL
We don’t talk about
the drought, anymore:
four years dry,
we have adapted
and survived our fears—
scratched for water,
sold half our cows—
but ready for storms
to raise some more.
WIND SONG
Perhaps we are cursed
to stay busy, put our shoulders
to the rock, embrace it—
move the planet
with small accomplishments,
little marks never permanent
that become our joy:
like new fence
guitar string tight
keeps neighbors strong,
picked by the wind
to play its song.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged accomplishment, Grapevine Spring, staisfaction, water, work
Smoke at dawn from the Rough Fire after jumping Highway 180 in Kings River Canyon (next watershed north) on Tuesday, August 18th. Currently over 30,000 acres and headed towards Hume Lake.
We began mucking out the silt and sediment at Grapevine in the afternoon of August 14th, after breaking loose new water at Railroad Spring.
On the 15th, after spending the morning at Railroad constructing a spring box and plumbing pipeline to the troughs, David continued at Grapevine after some accumulation of water overnight, also digging about ten feet deep at the south end of the pond .
Photo of Grapevine while checking our stock water and cows in Greasy on the 19th. The flow from beside the rock on the north end of the pond appears to be running 1/2 to 3/4 gallons per minute. At the south end, where the Gill cowboys rode in with shovels in 1939 to find water for the their cattle, David dug as deep as he could reach on the 17th where substantial water had seeped in overnight.
Even poetry cannot express my relief knowing we’ll have enough water for our cows, already ranging farther out to graze now sure of places to drink.
My other voice just beneath the skin,
its echoes muffled by convention
and chained from reason’s reach
to speak only to me, quickly and quietly—
my unholy voice of blatant honesty
I can neither temper nor ignore,
telling more than I truly comprehend,
amazes me: a brief non-sequitur
with a keen edge, blade like a mirror.
I have grown deaf to crowds chanting
simple mantras as demigods tremble—
I’ll keep my counsel with my wonderment.
Hauled by four-wheel drive to Railroad Spring in the early 70s, before we built a road there, I am gratified to see they are still level and don’t leak, but more that we were able to redevelop enough water on Friday and Saturday to fill them. US Army Surplus tank transmission cases, these serve us well as water troughs with a combined capacity of about 750 gallons.
Lid for the spring box I fashioned from scraps on Sunday with three coats of Superdeck Heart Redwood stain, leftover from a another project, for added life.
Too early to know
what the day brings—
plans mixed with dreams.
Ridgelines stay the same
except rooted trees
lose their leaves
or dress in early spring
with iridescent greens
hard to imagine from August.
But the errant clouds help,
forecasting change
beginning each day.