The New Truck Comes to Frogpond

Today was the day that the Jeep was traded in and the new truck came home.  Although it was evident that the Jeep was clearly on its last gasp, it had been our steady-eddy workhorse for so many years that it was bittersweet to see it go.  But it was time.

Bruce is in love with our brand new Ford truck.  He and our nice car salesman hit it off and talked all sorts of incomprehensible truck-talk together.  I nodded, smiled and looked interested.

But what I loved were the comfy seats, the cool bronzy-adobe color and the fact that we have Sirius and got to listen to Mozart on really nice speakers on the way home.










The best part, however, is that the animals immediately warmed up to the new Frogpond vehicle.



Welcome home, truck!

The Fire Continues

Yesterday morning, the sun looked like this as I set for work at seven. If it weren't that the glow is caused by smoke, it would look like a haiku.  Maybe it looks like a haiku anyway.






Upwind of the fire, to the north-east, the cities and communities have ash sifting down and the air is so smoke-filled that people are being told to stay indoors.

Here, although we're only 40 miles away, the fire is moving away from us, so (physically, at any rate) we're only minimally affected.  The smoke is layered overhead, but it's high and diffuse.


Heading down Highway 4, the contrast between the sunlit valley below and the blanket of grey above would have been beautiful if it were clouds or fog...but not smoke.






This afternoon, towards evening,  Bruce and I had a bit of an adrenaline rush.  We were working in the orchard when he noticed a spotter plane buzzing back and forth above the hills behind us.  We couldn't see any smoke, but we (with Murphy in the backseat) drove off to see if there was another nearby fire.  There wasn't. I have no idea why the plane was circling, but am just glad that it was a false alarm.




Before heading home, we drove up to Gopher Ridge to take a look at the Rim Fire from there.  Bruce took some better pictures with his big camera, but here is what I snapped.

Words continue to fail me every time I see how incredibly big it is.  And how devastating.  News reports say that it's probable that the flames won't be completely out for at least two months.







Many years ago I wrote a poem about the view of the Sierras from this very spot.  I don't remember much of it, but one line described the mountains waltzing across the expanse that separated us. I know this was a rather clichéd image, but that doesn't matter -- I always loved my mental image of the Sierras dancing off into the distance.

This is going to be a sorrow for a very long time.

The View of the Rim Fire from Copperopolis

After posting yesterday's picture of the smudge of smoke on the horizon, I was startled this afternoon when this sight greeted me as I drove home from school and climbed the little rise just before turning down our road.  The big fluffy thing rising up that looks like a cloud is sunlit smoke -- and if you look closely, you can see the veils of smoke drifting up from the mountains.  The fire is still as far away as before, but when I took yesterday's picture I was pointing my camera a little too much to the south plus our nearby hills and trees blocked most of the action.  From this vantage point, one can get a sense of where the fire is and its size.  It's big -- I've never seen anything like this before.

The latest report on the local news is that it's 15% contained.  That's a good thing, but there's still such a long ways to go.  I no longer search images for pictures of the fire -- it's too sad.

The Rim Fire

The view towards the Sierras from our house

The Rim Fire is a monster.  So far it's consumed almost 134, 000 acres, is being fought by over 2,850 firefighters and is only 7% contained eight days after the lightning that started it struck.  Yosemite is about 70 miles away from our house if you take the corkscrew road that winds there, but actually only 40 miles away as the crow flies.  It's close but far.  Copperopolis is well out of the fire's reach, and from our house the only indication of the fire is the smudge of smoke that hangs along the horizon and an occasional whiff of smoke when the wind shifts.  Yet I can think of nothing but the destruction that is racing up and down the mountains.  Bruce showed me a webcam taken from the cockpit of a DC-10.  The smoke loomed ever larger and the flames licked  skywards like they they were well on their way to taking over the entire world.  "That's unreal," the pilot quietly said.

And that about says it all.

Below is a page lifted from the Sierra Sun Times.  I'm assuming that posting it is OK as long as credit is given.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Mariposa 5:16 PM*

Rim Fire Near Yosemite National Park Modis Map and Fire Photos for Thursday, August 22, 2013

Last Updated on Thursday, 22 August 2013 17:55

Rim Fire Near Yosemite National Park Modis Map and Fire Photos for Thursday, August 22, 2013

Updated: 8:33 A.M. 12:50 P.M  1:51 P.M.  5:45 P.M.

Looking North East at the Rim Fire from Mariposa County
Thanks Ruth for this set of pictures!

Photo credit: Ruth Catalan

Photo credit: Ruth Catalan

Photo credit: Ruth Catalan

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A view of  the Rim Fire from Lake Don Pedro at 1:00 P.M.

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Looking South-West from the Crane Flat Helibase 11:56 A.M.

 

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© 2013 Sierra Sun Times/Goldrushcam.com

Back home, on the farm...

I've made it to mid-week in the first week of school.  I'm getting back in the groove, but I still need to build up my stamina -- I'm beat by the end of the day.  No time to rest though.

When I get home in the late afternoon, my Frogpond public awaits:  cats, dogs, horses, and cows all demand to be fed immediately.  Plus there are the gardens to water, eggs to collect, geese and chickens to let out and tomatoes and squash to pick.  I'm outside as the sun sets and then the full moon rises.  Last night I finished my weeding by moonlight.  Not a bad way to end the day.

Summer Clouds

The past couple of evenings have been glorious ones for clouds.  It's strange (and sort of sad) how easy it is to completely ignore them.

They are so common that it's easy to become jaded to the amazing light show that's taking place overhead on a daily basis.

This bunch was over-the-top spectacular.

Another mouth to feed

Despite feeling more than a bit foolish for caving in and feeding the neighbor's cows twice a day, we caved yet again when faced with yet another animal with a hungry eye stomach.

This morning when Bruce threw in the morning flake of hay, there was a decidedly uncowlike critter standing cautiously in back of the usual herd.











Harry Llama came over to join the others for Sunday breakfast.  Who cold resist such a goofy face?

Harry has a brother somewhere on the neighbor's property.  I expect he'll be joining the other diners very soon.



Tomorrow is the first day of school.  I worked in my classroom until almost ten on Friday and have steadily put together my first week's lesson plans for the past few days.  Name tags are made, a new gradebook's been created, charts have been made and even my clothes are ironed.  I'm as ready as I'll ever be.  Bring on the children!

Then there were three...

 As promised -- pictures of Auntie Em and her brand new twin calves.  They are both little bulls and cute as buttons.  Auntie Em looks a lot more comfortable now that she's not carrying a double load of calves in her belly.  Emmet and Emil may be small, but they are both enthusiastic at the milk bar.  Poor Antie Em appears to realize that her world just got a lot more complicated.

Big cousin Florrie isn't too sure of these infants who suddenly appeared, but the twins eagerly wobble over to her to say hi.

Look at that little face!  Not sure if this is Emmet or Emil.

 
Auntie Em is an attentive mother and croons to her babies with long, low "moos."

The cows all now expect their daily ration of hay from us.  We're happy to oblige.

Tithonia

The first tithonia are just coming into bloom -- they are always the last flowers of the summer season.  They are stuck in being small for many weeks after they've sprouted, and then suddenly they are filling up the space as they stretch up and out.  Both the hummingbirds and myself love the intense orange.

I'm completely taken over with back-to-school preparations right now.  Every day I'm going in and working away at getting my classroom ready for the new students who will arrive all bright and shiny on Monday morning.

Twins were born in our lower pasture two days ago and I haven't had time to write about it yet -- I took pictures though.  I'll post them tomorrow -- cute babies!

I'm falling asleep as I type.  Off to bed.....

The August Perseids

This picture's from the internet

I woke up this morning before dawn to the sound of Arby gacking up a fur ball.  I got him hustled off the bed and then couldn't go back to sleep.  I was too grogyy to want to get up to do some schoolwork so I just lay in bed and thought about it.  After a bit, Bruce came in from outside where, unknown to me, he'd been watching the Perseid meteor showers.  He talked me into going outside with to watch the sky with him.



I wasn't all that enthusiastic, to tell the truth -- lacked the motivation and energy to even stand in the drive and look up.  But this has become an August ritual of ours, so I hauled my bones out of bed anyway and found myself gazing upwards with Bruce, looking for the streak of meteors.  As usual, the few meteors appeared to toy with us, cruelly flashing by just barely at the edge of our field of vision.  But, also as usual, we had an enjoyable time sharing the experience of almost seeing meteors together.