Over here in Southern California, or as we affectionately call it - SOCAL, we are deep in the throes of a four year drought. Brush is tinder dry while fires blaze closing roads and campgrounds over this long Labor Day weekend.
Nearly 30,000 firefighters are battling flames, setting back fires, keeping an eye on "widow makers" and avoiding rolling boulders while protecting lives and property throughout the west. There is no rain in sight at this time but the promise of an El Nino event this fall and winter has our hopes up. The thing is; between now and then we have the strong Santa Ana winds to look forward to come late October. These events are often devastating. Without relief in sight some of these fires may burn well into late fall and early winter.
Speaking of droughts; it appears we're in the same predicament ourselves here at SOTOW. Milt places a post about some mean hombre that goes by the handle of Ishtanubbee, or some such name, and doesn't even get a rise out of the bunkhouse or over to the line shack. I saw it - but to be honest these 50 plus hour work weeks are starting to drive me into the ground and I was to exhausted to put in my two bits.
Others have popped up here and there but the times are few and far between. Seems like it's only been a couple of hands carrying the load for the outfit. I for one, look forward to what y'all have to say as we all have a common interest in sharing the legends, tales and history of the Old West.
Things are a bit dry hereabouts and I'm hoping some of you can share a "sip from the canteen" to help keep the Old West alive here. Please mount up and put in your two bits to keep the trails open to the past which has brought us all together to begin with. Please excuse me while I step off my soapbox. I have nothing but high regards for you all.