Luckily we have course sandy soil since no gopher wood is to be found in these parts and the only person I know named Noah is just three years old. I can't imagine treading water until he grows and perfects boat-building skills. I don't have the energy or attitude these days.
Rain most of yesterday and all night. After they bulldozed in the fall of 2020, 50 acres of what was once vegetation deprived unirrigated land with sparse short ryegrass, sagebrush, and occasional thistle, it became a carpeted goathead heaven during the spring, summer, and fall of 2021, and with this spring's rain has become a mass jungle of 4 to 5 foot high thick yellowtop weeds. It is almost spooky and makes me wonder if I have been kidnapped and put on the coast and I am confused about where I am.
One unirrigated pasture that hasn't had cattle on it yet has knee-high grass, so all the rain is great but it would be nice if we could share it with other areas where it is much too dry for spring.
I may go shopping for a burro or two today, pack gear and supplies, load on my pick and pan, and head south as I have become accustomed to being a semi-desert person. These barometric pressure changes as experienced from Wednesday through Thursday, cause me severe headaches and dizziness. Why a burro you asked? Because falling off a burro onto the desert sands is safer at my age than falling off a horse onto rocks.