The weather can be extreme here in Wyoming, often and unpredictably, but it doesn’t usually get this hot in July. A round 100 degrees here yesterday, and I realized that I was no longer acclimated to such heat. Not even with the low humidity. Brush/forest and grassland fires in various places, most caused by lightning and other uncontrollable things, but always threatening and frustrating, especially for the brave men and women who fight them. We don’t try to stop them, actually, just protect dwellings and the livestock, but that’s a tall order in a place where the deer outnumber the people exponentially, and the forests are filled with dead trees from the bark beetle.
And in a drought, of course. No significant rainfall this year at all. My horse pasture is sparsely occupied by wide spread clumps of six to eight inch grass this year, all dried and gone to seed early. That, of course, gives some hope for next year, if it rains, and then the horses can come back. The wide brown acres stand empty this year.
And the local “forest service” and “conservation” people are still worried mostly about “noxious weeds” and “invasive species.” Don’t we wish. Give me rain and I don’t care much what grows… just so it is green and the horses will eat it.