It seldom rains here. I'm pretty used to it now, but the first couple years here were kind of weird. Anyways, I'm out cutting flooring for the motorhome and I feel a couple sprinkles. I look up, and sure enough there are clouds
I gazed around trying to figure out if it was going to get worse, and did I need to get the table saw all the way back in the garage. It didn't look too bad, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out how the wind was blowing 15mph to the east, but the clouds were moving 60mph to the west. These people that figure weather formations are descended from medicine men, I'm sure.
If you have any connections with a shaman or medicine man, please send him up here as the situation to your north is bordering on a drought that would have brought the natives to roll up their teepees and ride off to damper climates.
No rain, no snow, no nothin' on the Western Slope for too many months and now stretching into years. Jeopardy, big time, in the foreseeable future.
