That's a Wrap. Friday, Jan 31st, 2014
Our South American adventure is but a fond memory; we've been home four weeks today. It's time to begin a new journey -- we're packing up Tergel and will take off on Sunday. Our destination is the Southeast - the frozen southeast. People in the south oftentimes refer to the northern tier of states as the "frozen nawth." Believe the tables have turned this winter! Hopefully by the time we get to Louisiana, the state will have experienced a thaw and milder temps will prevail. Because we're traveling in winter, we'll stick to driving on I-10, which is very familiar (way too familiar), but weather dictates this. Too easy to get caught in blizzards and such further north. So, hi-ho hi-ho, off we go, on good ol' I-10, all the way to Tallahassee!
January is usually a wet winter month in NorCal, but only one dinky rain shower fell a few weeks ago, barely enough to dampen the top layer of dirt. December was equally dry. Fact is, most of California is in the throes of an extreme drought. On tonite's news, a reporter used the words, "epic drought." Scary words. Probably good that we're leaving California for a while; save the area some water! January brought many record high temps, too -- it felt as tho winter was a forgotten season this year. These Lenten Roses (Hellebore) that popped up in our front yard in April last year began their blooming this year two weeks ago! Our native dogwoods, the Redbud, lilacs, and the Japanese Maple all have buds and are fixin' to pop! Too early, I'm afraid.
I grew up in a house where utility conservation was practiced -- to wit: Turn Off Those Lights! Don't Waste the Water! You name it, we heard it. So, trying to capture and store rainwater comes naturally to me. A regular chip off the old block! Right now we have three water collection containers, for a total of approx 150 gallons. When we return from our trip, we'll look into more and better ways to "salt away" our precious water.
Folsom lake, at an all-time low level, made a splash on the national news this week (ew, bad pun). Shockingly low levels. We cross the Bear River on Hwy 49 whenever we travel down to Auburn or Sacramento. All that's visible among the boulders are puddles. Check this link:
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If we had bucket lists, which we don't, we could cross this one off that list. (another bad pun?) One of Jimmy's lifetime goals was to cross the Equator. Nice to achieve a goal. I guess that's sort of like a bucket list. But we did cross the Equator and we kept moving south nearly to Antarctica!
And we have the certificates to prove it!