Xmas Lites

I headed up to town a few nights ago to get some bacon and a couple of beers. I took the long way home to watch the sunset turn to twilight. There was a farmhouse decorated with the new LED lights. They had really outdone themselves. I was fascinated with how intense the lights were; the colors are so razor-sharp and linear. Very trippy and cool for smart humans!

Suddenly I was struck with another light display over the ridge. I couldn't believe what I saw. Whatever they were using, it was radiating from deep blue to a brilliant bright white and washing the whole ridge in this crazy light show.

About that time the full moon broke the ridge and started to rise in the sky. Better than LEDs. Much better.

Global Warming Isn't Real

I've deer hunted in a mid-Missouri location nearly every year since 1980 - almost thirty years. The season always falls within the second and third week of November. My hunting stand is on the same plot of land year after year. So I've built up a lot of climate observation at a specific locale and time of year. Here's what I've seen on opening day of the season over the years:

-from 1980 thru 1986, mornings were cold. There was always hard frost on the winter wheat and on the treebark. Precipitation was rare. I had to dress in thermals, sweats, and an insulated hunting suit. My feet froze even with large boots in an insulated bag. I wore two stocking caps and a hood.

-from the mid 80's thru 1991 it was almost as cold, but occasionally rainy.

-in 1991 the weather moderated. That year I swapped the hunting suit for fatigues and thermals, and laid in the warm 65f sun one day.

-throughout the 90's the mornings were consistently above 30f with a moderate frost on the winter wheat, and none on treebark.

-from 2000 or so to the present, mornings have been consistently above 45f with little to no frost, lots of erratic rainstorms and sunny days in the 70f-80f range. So far this year, opening morning at 6AM was 56f and clear, with a major thunderstorm front following the next day for four days.

I'll be talking with my relatives to get anecdotes from the 30's thru the 70's in that region. But from what I've heard from my departed grandparents, 20" snowfalls late in the fall were not unheard of.

...it's definitely getting warmer around here.

Volunteers of America

I've been watching things change lately... saw a nicely dressed gentleman dumping his household garbage at a service station yesterday. Went on a weekday hike to get away and was plagued with hordes of bored and unemployed once-middle-class folks. I saw a couple trying to figure out how to open a dumpster behind a grocery store (secured, of course, to keep vermin out and lazy countrymen from getting something for free, even if it's garbage).

Almost a year ago, these images were sparse. People were secretive about dumping or scrounging, and a little embarassed. But they've started to get brazen and vocal. I propose they (we) need a voice for now. That voice has been playing inside my head for days - Paul Kantner's "We Can Be Together." You remember the song, right? Can you imagine Middle America singing these lyrics? Many of us imagined it, exactly forty years ago.

We are all outlaws in the eyes of America.
In order to survive, we steal,
Cheat, lie, forge, fuck, hide and deal.
We are obscene, lawless, hideous, dangerous, dirty, violent… and [middle class].

So, what happens when the well-educated and highly disillusioned American middle-class wakes up from the sleep that begets monsters and realizes the true gravity of the situation? Lots of whining. Loss of self-worth. Bouts of self-pity. And then some anger. It's my sense that we're somewhere between the self-pity and anger stage, with anger starting to take hold. And it's about fucking time. Like the song says,

We should be together.
We should be together, my friends.
We can be together,
We will be.

Do it with anger. And do it with love. Choose your sides, target your enemies. Band together and "family-up."

Up against the wall, motherfucker! Scream it now! Feels damned good again, doesn't it?

http://www.archives.gov/research/american-revolution/pictures/index.html

Blowdown in Dark Hollow

Blowdown!
Throughout the Lower Rock Creek area there are 3' caliper and larger trees blown down by what locals considered a tornado. The damage appears to have taken place in the spring. But there is also evidence of another blowdown maybe a year before.

The place is a mess, and every ten feet down the trail actually takes 30 or more feet circling around, crawling through and climbing over an ocean of downed trees. The going uphill is even more challenging.

The trail into Lower Rock Creek canyon area is tolerable but inconvenient. The trail to Trekler Mountain is sheer madness. I counted over a hundred full-sized oak and pine trees fallen neatly across the old roadbed, spread out over two miles.

Google map

fall surprises

Lotsa great mushrooms this fall... boletes, bearded tooth, chicken of the woods. Earth Mother Carla made a big pot of multi-shroom soup with brie and smoked gouda. Yow!

Tim and Carla at the Big Chicken Log:



And just today I thawed out what I thought was bean soup. Lo and Behold! It was the morel/portabella brie soup I made this spring. Hoo Wah!

The Big Chicken:

The Fantastic Glow-In-The-Dark Jack-O'-Lantern Mushroom

Don't try eating these lovelies - you'll get deathly sick. After all, what food that glows in the dark could be good for humans?

This specimen was photographed in late September at the Robertsville State Park in Missouri. Here are a few more shots:

Fall Mushrooms

They're everywhere! That is, if you're willing to get out there deep into the fens and hollows, ridges and glades.

Here's a Clavulina Cristata found September 10 near Pacific, Missouri: