As a low pressure system moved out of California overnight and today, it pushed to the east. Ahead of it, moisture-laden clouds moved swiftly over dry, rain-shadowed basins across the Desert Southwest and slogged and slowed their way through the buoyant and cooled-to-the-dew point atmosphere that over-topped many mountain peaks. Thunder rumbled and rolled down the aeons-old slopes and its echoes made music in the canyons. Lightning struck at will, perhaps giving life somewhere to that ancient creature of the wild: fire. At each peak the clouds became colder and gained immense weight, and unable to progress eastward, dropped their heaviness in the form of rainy precipitation. As the drops fell, they picked up particles from the air; dust, pollen, pollution from our lives, the wonderfully unmatched aromas of Creosotebush and Juniper, along with that clean high-altitude scent that immediately transports one’s thoughts to the Sangre de Cristo Range of northern New Mexico; perhaps not far from the vertically-walled Cimarron Canyon, or the ragged, exposed igneous intrusion aptly called Tooth of Time.
But this isn’t New Mexico.
This is the high-desert, ruggedly remote country of the Mountains and Basins Province, west of the Pecos River in Far West Texas – the true West Texas. The rain is what we live for each day; it’s why we stand in our doorways and watch – like we’ve never seen it before or it’s our last time to do so – as it clatters down from fat, flat-bottomed clouds, cleans our air and rushes adrenaline through our mortally doomed systems. It’s the key to life, and seeing that moisture in its natural form is the best motion picture of the year – nothing else comes close.
In the semi-arid and arid high and low-desert climate of Far West Texas, springtime and its associated wildflowers seems to tease its way along at the speed of germination. But, like in any deserts, showy spring forb bouquets can sometimes appear almost overnight in concert with precipitation, surprising many who think of the Texas wildflower show as only a Hill Country thing. There’s more to showy forbs in Texas than Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrush. Continue reading
If the Monarchs become extinct, what happens to the other pollinators we depend on? Continue reading
This isn’t Lubbock or the Panhandle Plains, nor the monotonous oil-spewing region of Midland-Odessa.
This is the land that time and an ever-changing climate built in dramatic and violent fashion, and in much of this vast space, time also forgot in the same manner. Those forces formed the region known as the Trans-Pecos, the only area in the Lone Star State that contains true mountains. These are high-desert mountains, “sky islands” in the Basin and Range Province, and as such, are as much a part of the West as any other mountain range. In the high elevations of the Chisos, Davis, and Guadalupe ranges, montane forests of yellow and white pine, Douglas-fir, oak, and aspen abound – relicts that survived when the fringe effects of the last ice age departed some 10,000 years ago. Continue reading
It is a chilly, late fall day here in North Texas as a cold air mass from the Rocky Mountains continues its collision with warm moist air from the Gulf of Mexico. Various forms of wintry precipitation are expected over the next 24 hours, with colder than average temperatures lasting through Thanksgiving. In short, my kind of weather. Continue reading
Prairies – those critically endangered and complex ecosystems understood by few and misunderstood and destroyed by millions of people.
Lawns – those myopically obsessive (and evil) urban, suburban, and increasingly rural monoculture eyesores that displace native ecosystems at a rate between 5,000 and 385,000 acres per day* in favor of sterile, chemically-filled, artificial environments bloated with a tremendous European influence that provide no benefits over the long term; no food, no clean water, no wildlife habitat, and no foundation for preserving our once rich natural heritage. And there’s the unbearable ubiquitousness of mowing associated with such a useless cultural practice, which creates a ridiculous amount of noise pollution, air and water pollution, and a bustling busyness that destroys many peaceful Saturday mornings. The American lawn is the epitome of unsustainability. Continue reading
Bill Gabbert, at Wildfire Today, wrote a post about fire shelters titled, “Hope for a better shelter”.
A company called SunSeeker Enterprises, is currently in the early stages of designing a new wildland fire shelter with much better protection than current shelters can offer. Until then, hear and see what the company in the video below has to say about their innovations and future fire shelter. SunSeeker Enterprises is also seeking donations to help with their development efforts, starting at $25. Their donation page can be found in the link above. Continue reading
The Thomsen Nature Preserve, located in southeastern Montague County, TX was awarded Texas Parks and Wildlife’s 2013 Lone Star Land Steward Award for its Cross Timbers and Prairies Ecoregion category earlier this year. Continue reading
The U.S. Congress, largely an inept body of self-absorbed yellow-bellied nincompoops, whose bickering antics are atrociously worse than those witnessed in a room full of 4 year old children, managed to show they have some semblance of rational, adult-like thinking by passing an important conservation bill just prior to their histrionic-filled shutdown – the bill that proclaims November 2nd as National Bison Day. Continue reading
Mountaintop removal coal mining – a corporate and globally driven, greed-bent destruction of 680 million year old mountains and associated ecosystems in order to furnish only 7% of the total electricity supply in the U.S. Continue reading
“The prairie, in all its expressions, is a massive, subtle place, with a long
history of contradiction and misunderstanding. But it is worth the effort at
comprehension. It is, after all, at the center of our national identity.”
- Wayne Fields, Lost Horizon, 1988 Continue reading