This week, Aly starts a summer job that’s perfect for her. She will spend a good chunk of her summer at a summer camp on the west coast. Her position: Outdoor Living Skills Specialist. Is that perfect, or what?
She would have preferred a paid gig on an archaeological dig, but this is the next best thing.
She’s a “legacy” of sorts at the camp. Her great grandmother, for whom she’s named, used to take her young charges to this same camp many years ago. Continue reading
At various times in the past I’ve been pretty smug about producing our own power, which keeps our electricity going when communities near us have outages. However, we are now entering what can only be described as a “brown out,” to borrow a term from the ’70s.
Sunday, Michelle and I spent 6 hours lowering the wind generator tower, removing the generator, and replacing it with the older unit. I’d reworked the wiring in the old unit, and thought it might provide some power if we put it up while the other one travels south for warranty repair.
The homestead’s original wind generator returns to the “Power Point.” Tall, proud, and unmoving! (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
