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High Mountains

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We haven’t seen the high mountains in over a week of clouds. Our snow level has retreated from 4,500 to 7,500 feet with recent temperatures in the high 60s and low 70s. Roads were dry enough to feed at the Paregien Ranch this morning, offering a temporary glimpse of the Great Western Divide, including the Kaweah Peaks, Sawtooth and Castle Rocks.

At 2,500 feet, as shows in the photo, the green is coming nicely in the granite, but the cows and calves are still interested in hay. A few more warm days and a 50% chance of rain on Thursday may change their minds. We have our eye on a Pineapple Express aiming 100+ miles north of us, hoping the high pressure will weaken to allow more much needed rain. Meanwhile, Dry Creek has come to a near standstill across from the house.

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Hay on the Ground

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August 2013—Weather

August 3, 2013

August 3, 2013

For the past week or so, we have been enjoying light gusty winds along the foothills influenced by monsoonal patterns out of the Southwest with a few light clouds leaking over the Sierra Nevadas. Temperatures still remain close to the century mark, but high temperatures are relatively short in duration as compared to last month when we experienced one of the longest strings of 100-degree days that I can remember. July Temperatures

A carryover from the days that my father raised Emperor Grapes, August is our indicator month for the fall if it is confirmed in September. Though there are but only a few small Emperor vineyards remaining, nearby Exeter advertised itself as the Emperor Capital of the World when I was a boy. Harvested from mid-September through October, it was important to know when and if a rain would spoil the harvest or the crop.

More than a two or three day hiccup, our current weather change seems prolonged. If confirmed, we could have substantial cooling, and hopefully some rain in early October. Current forecasts indicate another week of the same. Consensus among Robbin, Clarence and I is that it feels a little like fall already, despite the heat. Guarded against too much wishful thinking, I must admit it seemed a lot like fall yesterday as I made the rounds in Greasy, gustier and breezier than the lower elevations of the creek. It smelled like fall.

Though the cows look good, our dry feed is short and stockwater dried-up or under pressure in many places. The first calves should begin arriving within thirty days as we look forward to shorter days and another chance for decent rains and a good grass season.

Lemon Cove in the Rain

April 3, 2006

These 2006 photographs caught my eye while looking for some color here, for something other than poetry, and even these gray shots of Lemon Cove lift my spirits. The fog, clinging to these saturated hills since the New Year, drizzles today, weighs heavy on the eyes and mind. We haven’t seen our cattle for a month, haven’t got a calf branded, ground too wet to get a pickup to them.

Clarence drove his Kawasaki Mule to the Paregien Ranch in the fog yesterday, choosing the cold and wet over pacing the house, to find the rain gauge full, roads sloughed and so wet, we’ll probably have to ride from Dry Creek to gather and brand them after a week or so of sunshine and no rain.

I haven’t been across the creek since our Corb Lund replay of ‘The Truck Got Stuck’ New Year’s morning with the birders, my son and the neighbors, since another inch and three-quarters rain. The work is stacking-up as we begin to think about Elko, wondering how we’re going to get it all done.

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Blue Sky

How good to see that the sky is still blue! We’ve logged another 1.76″ rain since New Year’s Day, extending our gray days to nearly three weeks straight.

Not one to be caught complaining about rain, we spent New Year’s morning reenacting Corb Lund’s The Truck Got Stuck when I went to winch the local Audubon, on their Christmas Bird Count, out of our ‘dobe Flat – getting stuck myself, and then my son’s truck come to rescue me, breaking a chain and a cable before we were able to send them on their way as it began to pour. Bob and I, still embedded in the clay, had to enlist the good nature of our neighbors, pickups winching, leapfrogging backwards, one after another out of the bog to terra firma.

Always humorous once you’re out of the mud, I emailed an audio clip of Corb’s song to Rob Hansen, group leader, who has since rewritten Corb’s lyrics to more accurately fit our landscape and circumstance. All’s well that ends well – no feeling more helpless than being stuck in the mud a long ways from the road home in the rain.