A dry year, ‘1947’ is etched in the concrete next to my father’s name—one of two round water troughs, hand-mixed and poured into forms that were borrowed from Jim Pogue’s Rocky Hill cattle operation. Dry Creek quit running on June 3rd this year and won’t begin again until the rains come. With about fifty troughs on this ranch, most spring fed, every living thing, wild or domestic, knows where at least one of them is located.
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Hope they all fill soon, John. We’re having more rain than we really need, but I have yet to figure out a way to send the excess anywhere else.
janet
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70 years old and still holding water. I was born in 47 and am starting to have a problem holding water like I used to. lol
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‘honey from the rock!’
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You have to trust in something.
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