The whole weather control thing has exploded and it has gotten bad. I made a post about this back when it started on my personal blog > read about it here. Back in August of 2015, Obama came up here and made a fool of himself, but he was the president of these United States, so he was treated with kid gloves wherever he went; it was one photo op after another. I never liked him; I thought he was way too divisive, but whatever, he was successful in his goal to destroy our weather and our health. Fast forward (past the goings on addressed in my personal blog) to today. While Trump was in office the first time, weather control up here seemed to have been suspended. Everyone was more concerned with killing Trump’s agenda than they were with weather control, though there was still some here and there – not so much up here.
My kids think we’re getting too old for wintering out here in our wilderness so we’d been staying in town with my oldest for the winter months, and then we’d come back out here in the early spring so we could get settled again and I’d be able to go to work. (What a pain) But I love my kids, so we tried to do what they thought best. For two winters in a row, we had upwards of six feet of snow on the ground. Now, mind you, I’m talking about what is sitting on the ground, not inches of snow fall, because you see, we might get six inches to a foot of snow at one time, and we might get more or less the same the next time, but the snow from the first time has now packed down to roughly half it’s original poof. So when I say there was six feet of snow on the ground, there might well have been upwards of twelve+ feet of snow if no settling had ever happened. Sadly, since we were not out here, there was no one here to shovel roofs, so there was a little damage. We built tough, but it has been a while and some old things break under that kind of stress. We now have a slight sag in our bedroom roof, and some real damage on the shop side of our woodshed. That side never got any mineral paper on it, so now we keep it covered with a big tarp. Someday we may get it fixed – just need to get some plywood in here, and that’s not easy.
Under Biden, the weather control issue exploded. He had to spend all that global warming tax dollars on something. On Facebook, I found this guy who watches the weather with satellite somehow and he spotted how these weather control sites had figured out how to push clouds where they were wanted. He was the one who convinced me that the hurricane that so deviated the mountain communities in South Carolina was pushed there by like a dozen or so of these beams visible as curved strips in the clouds (they look like fans). Now I watch what he posts every time I see it. Through him (Sky Watcher), I learned that all around up here there are ships fitted for experimenting with warming the stratosphere. Why would they want to do that? I have no idea. It’s all about controlling what they have no business messing with. I mean really, what do they think will happen? Our whole planet is like a well tuned bell and it has made it possible for all our fantastic life to exist. Mess up our atmosphere, because they can, cannot be a good thing, and it simply cannot lead to a better thing. Quite the opposite. Never has it ever been for the good when man decided he knew enough to improve on nature (or God’s creation) – absolutely never in the long run, and almost never in the short run, but then short runs always run into long runs. (Are we running yet – sorry)
This winter has been the worst winter in my memory of winters out here. There was one winter where there was no snow until March, and that was strange, but that was a very long time ago – sometime shortly after we moved out here in 1987 or so I think. That was the winter when snowmachine travel on the river was next to impossible because the ice was so smooth; everyone had to put spikes or screws in their tracks just so they could go forward. That was the year when moose would get stuck on the river because the ice had sagged in the middle and it was too slick for them to get off. That happened again this year and a friend of mine was able to pull this young moose off the river using a tarp – poor thing had been stuck out there for like two days and couldn’t even stand. According to her, it wasn’t too happy being so close to humans, but screw that, it was hungry enough to rush over to the closest brush and start eating.
This winter was worse than that other winter because winter almost didn’t want to make an appearance at all. Mind you, this happened last winter too. The river didn’t freeze up enough to be able to travel on it until December/January; That should have happened in November. And then came the rain. In terms of precipitation, we probably got our normal, but rain in the winter really sucks. This winter, we did get our November freeze-up, but not enough to hold up a snowmachine. It was enough (barely) to hold its own weight in way too many places, but then the water drained away under it which left us with a lot of what we call drum ice, and without knowing what was under there, it wasn’t safe; it was possible to break through and drop into open water, and then be swept away under that drum ice, it being to far up there to reach and pull yourself out. Yeah, dangerous. Then came rain. it was warm enough for it to stay liquid enough to run off under that ice on the river and fill up some under that drum ice as well as freeze to the surface and make the ice thicker, but up here on the ground all it did was build up. Since the ground was really cold, that rain basically froze where it hit. There might have been a little movement to lower spots, but not much.
And so went our winter. Cold as in below 0F. Warm up and rain. Cold again, give or take below 0F. etc. We did get a little snow, an inch or so here and there, now and then, but mostly rain and then it would freeze in place. It’s March now so spring is knocking and just the other day we got a few days of pushing 40F and even a little rain (again). I collect snow during the winter to use for our washing, cooking, and drinking. I collect rain during the summer for the same reason. We can’t pound a well pipe and we can’t get a well drilling rig in here at all, not that we could afford it. Our neighbor put down a well like that and he had to go down 70 feet to reach drinkable water; we live several feet higher than his place and they charge by the foot on that well pipe (I don’t remember how much, but quite a bit). This winter, I dug snow exactly 2.5 times altogether. The half time was to finish filling my last ten buckets that were half full of water from the latest rain/warm weather. Night before last it got down to the 20Fs so there was ice on my half full buckets, so what the heck, I finished filling them with the icy snow (like really large grains of ice) so those last buckets will be less than full, but close enough.
This morning it was in the teens, but this time of year, the sun makes a difference. Good thing we managed to get our fuel in here and we even got our mail. Now, I hear it’s already getting slopping out on the river, and that’s not supposed to happen until like next month, end of month usually. So, you can imagine how I felt when I heard that RFK Jr is going to halt all the spraying of chem trails. They are SO toxic. I can only hope that he halts the rest of it too. Or maybe Trump will. Next winter will tell.
To give you a little perspective. Normally we accumulate three to five feet of snow give or take here. Currently, here in my yard, the undisturbed snow might be as deep as half way to my knees plus maybe three inches of ice under that. Kinda hard to judge that ice thickness without being able to dig past it. What I do know is that we almost never got any snow over our lowest step out of the house and that is only like four inches off the ground. I even bought ice cleats for my shoes, but I haven’t had to use them just yet. I’m glad I have them here though. I don’t want it to rain anymore during the winter. You all with all that snow down there in the lower 48, you can send my snow back up here.
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