It has been a season of extremes for Grandfather Mountain.
Earlier in the month, the tourist attraction experienced record highs for two days in a row, but unseasonably cold weather tied the record for the daily low temperature in Wednesday.
The reading was taken at the official US Weather Service reporting station located next to the Mile High Swinging Bridge on Grandfather Mountain.
The temperature dipped to 18 degrees early in the morning tying the previous daily low record for the day set in 1968.
The all time lowest temperature ever recorded in October at Grandfather Mountain is 12 degrees on October 26th, back in 1962.
The storm also brought high winds and snow to the area.
I walked out of my house this morning before sunrise. It is garbage pickup day. With the wildlife population explosion we have had I don’t dare take the garbage out too early. When I stepped out on the porch the hot, humid air settled down on my shoulders like a load of bricks. When I made it back into the artificially cooled interior of our home I looked at the weather station on the wall…81° and the humidity was 86%.
After making my lunch to haul in to work, a couple of pieces of toasted ciabatta bread with jam and butter with my morning coffee as I fired up my email led to this report…
Currently (on Tue 5:53AM CDT from Pearland Regional Airport)
Clear Clear Temp: 82° (Heat Index 89°)
Wind: S 5 MPH
Currently (on Tue 6:44AM EDT from Ashe County Airport)
Clear Clear Temp: 52°
Wind: Calm MPH
Currently (on Tue 7:20AM EDT from Virginia Tech Airport)
Mist Mist Temp: 50°
Wind: Calm MPH
Now…Do you understand why I dream of the Blue Ridge Mountains? Do you see that heat index at 5:53 in the morning? The middle of August and we still have months of this hot humid weather to go.
To top it all off, we are still in a drought situation here. We have a front (I refuse to call it a cold front) moving our way and all day long I’ve watched the rain vanish on the radar as it gets close…
So all you folks up on the Blue Ridge…Enjoy that beautiful weather. I wish I was having my morning coffee and email on the porch looking out on the morning fog rise from the valley…
I was cruising around the backyard yesterday after work, mowing with the Deere and thinking about how unlike a normal early June evening it felt. The temperature was hovering around the 90 degree mark and the heat index was even higher, so naturally my mind wandered up on the mountains…Daydream style as I went round and round.
I see that Ray is calling for a warm summer day in Valle Crucis. The seventies seem a little warm for this early, but I really don’t have a lot of mountain weather experience to go on. Seems nice and cool to me for the heat of the day…I keep telling my wife that no matter what happens with global warming/climate change, it’s gotta be more comfortable up on the Blue Ridge. Besides, when it’s too hot to do anything but sit in a rocker on the porch, at least you have a view of something outside the yard around the house…
I can remember summers on the porch at my grandparent’s ranch house in south Texas…Way down toward the Rio Grande, sitting high and dry between the Frio and the Nueces River in McMullen County. It was hot and dry but with a breeze most of the day off the Gulf of Mexico over a hundred miles away. Staring off into the distance…Watching the clouds winging north. The buzzards coasting along looking for dinner. An occasional roadrunner sitting in the mesquite across the drive with a collared lizard hanging from it’s beak…Watching and waiting for the afternoon heat to break while my grandfather enjoyed his daily siesta. It wasn’t a habit a teenage boy could acquire, napping after lunch.
That’s the way the weather here is feeling these days…Hot and dry…The grass I was mowing was almost like straw already this year. We don’t normally see weather like this for a couple of more months. All of the rains in the last few months have passed by to the north. Even the rains that get close falter before they fall on this dry ground we call home…Dry, dusty dry.
Today is the second anniversary of my Photoblog. Two years ago today I started posting photos with a shot I am still proud of taken at the Brinegar Cabin on the blue Ridge Parkway…I’ll bet the water from the spring is still cool at this time of the year…
This column from Barbara Damrosch came at a very good time. It reminds me why I loved fall as a boy…The air is cooler but the overall feel is of warmth…
When T.S. Eliot wrote “April is the cruelest month,” he might have added, “October is seriously underrated.”
Consider those two months. We expect from both a temperature range midway between hot and cold, with unpredictable doses of either. But gardeners, especially, embrace April with exaggerated hope and cheer, oblivious to the imminent onset of blistering heat, drought and bolted lettuce. By October many edge wearily and even gratefully into the shadow of oncoming winter, forgetting to enjoy the gardening year’s best weather.
Ray is promising a fall weekend for the northwestern corner of North Carolina. Forecasted low for tonight is 40 degrees. Fire up the wood stove, throw some logs in the fireplace, it’s time for some chili simmering on the stove.
After the refreshment of Humberto’s leftover rains, now its time to enjoy the good side of a departing remnant tropical system. Improving skies today will bring abundant sunshine and a feel of fall throughout the High Country this entire weekend. We hope this leads to high points on the Mountaineer side in today’s game against a tough Northern Arizona squad. Brisk breezes will usher this airmass into the region, setting the stage for a cold overnight with some of the mountain valleys flirting with a slight frost potential in a few sheltered spots by Sunday morning. An overnight breeze should prohibit that in most locations but the need for knits (as in sweaters or your grandma’s comfy afghan she lovingly passed down) will be in full order. ENJOY!
I’ll second that sentiment sitting as I do at sea level on the Gulf Coast of Texas where the low tonight will barely make the low 70’s…Enjoy the fall weather North Carolina.
What a difference a day makes…Yesterday morning I was in Medical Mode and not hurrying out the door, so I drew my first cup and glanced up at the “Weather Station”. The outside temperature was 68 and the humidity was lower than normal, just in the 80% vicinity, so I took my cup and myself out into the backyard to sit and enjoy (which is part of the reason for no post yesterday, I enjoyed it immensely). Today, I grabbed so garbage bags for the trip to the curb while the laptop loaded up. The minute I stepped out the door for the trek to the curb, I felt like I should be paying for a spa treatment. 6:00 am and the heat and the humidity were in your face. Once I was back in the kitchen for that first cup I read the truth…79 degrees and 89%. What a change.
Yesterday was still with a light layer of dew on the world. But the air was clean and clear, the mockingbird was singing loud and cheerful above my head, and the sun was bright on the trees in the yard and woods. The dew on the sunlit cypress tree gave it a kind of green jewel quality, but softened in a way.
I was reading US News this week and I see the secret is out as Boone makes the top 10 in budget retirement locations…I would say congratulation but I was hoping the secret would stay hidden (at least until we moved to the mountains). I was happy to see that one of our earlier retirement hopes was on the list also…Fredericksburg, Tx is where we go many years for our anniversary runaway from the kids weekend. It is also about as close to the Houston area as you can go and find what passes for mountains.
Garrison Keillor takes a long look at the state of the world in Salon and brings back this look of the future for thee…
You look at the Amish and you see the past but you might also be looking at the future. Our great-grandchildren, faced with facts their ancestors were able to ignore, might have to do without the internal-combustion engine and figure out how to live the subsistence life. Maybe someone will invent a car that runs on hydrogen, or horse manure, or maybe people will travel on beams of light like in old radio serials, but the realist in you thinks otherwise.
Source: Amish like me | Salon.com
Mr. Bush must have done Harvard Business School about like he has done everything else in his life…
The White House said it would hold firm against concrete long-term targets for reducing greenhouse gas emissions, a major priority for Merkel, the host of the Group of 8 meeting.
At some point in his college career they must have mentioned that in oder to set goals they have to be achievable and measurable. Setting goals without actual…well, you know…goals is like…cheating. Oh (slap my forehead) that’s right…We are talking about George W Bush aren’t we…
Source: U.S. rejects greenhouse gas initiative at G8 summit | Chron.com – Houston Chronicle
Time to run…catch you later.
Looks like the same old game for the Bush administration. Give a big speech taking the oppositions side away from them, do some back office finagling to ensure what you just promised doesn’t happen, and then just assume no one will notice.
WASHINGTON — The Bush administration is drastically scaling back efforts to measure global warming from space, just as the president tries to convince the world the U.S. is ready to take the lead in reducing greenhouse gases.
Not only are they scaling back the numbers of satellites but they are pulling out the instrument packages that would have been used to study long range climate data. That’ll pretty much put an end to the inconvenience of having your own data used against you in the court of public opinion…or not.
Tomorrows weather will be brought to you courtesy of the EU and our good buddies in the Bureau of French Climate Studies…Have a great day George, and all the rest of you also.
Rolling out of bed late on a Sunday morning always seems a bit decadent. I tend to get up and catch “Sunday Morning” on the TV. Then roll through a couple of the Sunday liars clubs before moving on to something useful for the rest of the day. Sometime today the grass needs mowing before it outstrips the mower.
When I stumbled into the kitchen this morning to start the coffee maker the temperature was at 73 and the humidity was at 98%…Now the television is flashing a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for the counties to the NE of here…Texas weather, wait around 15 minutes, they say, and it’ll change.
I am supposed to be heading out for this years Boyd~Cox reunion. With my voice acting up right now, I don’t want to add any additional strain to it, so I’ll be missing the family get together. We are down to two of the original family group left. My dad’s twin sister, Helen, who lives out of state and only makes it once a decade or so is 85. My Aunt Gertrude, who married into the family in 1929, is 97. Aunt Gertrude hasn’t missed a reunion in decades, that I know of. My dad was the youngest of 12, even Aunt Helen beat him into the world. He didn’t miss many of the family get togethers over the years, they were one of the highlights of the year for him. I’m sorry to miss the fun this year.
It’s not often that the Washington Post publishes a life celebration that grabs my interest in the morning and pulls me in to read the whole story…The following paragraph in the morning email did.
A couple of decades ago, a man driving from South Carolina to Pennsylvania broke down on the Beltway and managed to nurse his car to the Westbard Citgo service station in Bethesda. Carlos Bonds, the station owner, looked under the hood, then tossed the man a set of keys.
“Here’s my wife’s car,” he said. “Just bring it back in a week.”
Take a moment today and go celebrate a life well lived…
In twelve paragraphs of column Robert Kagen makes one statement that I can actually agree with. Sadly, he didn’t mean it the way I take it…
When people want to justify the unjustifiable and accept the unacceptable, they try all kinds of ways to make themselves feel better about their decision.
Most of what follows seems to me to be another neocon version of reality, and a realists version of Bush inspired acid dream. Highly appropriate I suppose for the 40th anniversary for the “Summer of Love”…The blurb at the end says Kagen is an adviser to the McCain Campaign. Could this explain part of the failure of the McCain run for the Presidency to actually take off this time around?
Y’all have a great Sunday…Catch you tomorrow…
For all who came by looking for these musings yesterday, I am sorry for the lack of focus. I find myself in a position of having other things on my mind at the moment. Right now I am still processing. I am sure I will figure this out shortly, until then I’ll try to at least put something out here so you will know I haven’t dropped completely of the edge of the earth.
I did notice yesterday that Kate over at Cider Press Hill is thinking of taking on a new challenge. I do not envy her if she does. Living in Texas we seem to have big commutes, not so much because we try but more because they just happen. The 50 gallons of gas per person per year part of the challenge…Not gonna happen here unless I give up the job and go to hanging around and growing all of my own food. I am going to mull this challenge over a while and try to formulate a plan(?) of attack…
Back to my regularly schedule weather muse…The temperature this morning is a rather mild 69 degrees and the humidity is in the soupy 95% range. Texas mornings are great for showers…oops, there goes my daily water allotment. Speaking of water I see this weeks US News has their cover story on the subject. I have to say the headline is grim but probably true…”Why You Should Worry About Water…How this diminishing resource will determine the future of where and how we live.” I haven’t read the article yet, and they are speaking to the choir here, but I’ll be checking it out this weekend.
It’s getting late so I better go check the morning’s emails…I’ll let you know if anything is interesting…
I always find Eugene Robinson’s columns interesting but the following paragraph from today’s just sings…
When I look at what the next president will have to deal with, I don’t see much that can be solved with just a winning smile, a firm handshake and a ton of resolve. I see conundrums, dilemmas, quandaries, impasses, gnarly thickets of fateful possibility with no obvious way out. Iraq is the obvious place he or she will have to start; I want a president smart enough to figure out how to minimize the damage. – Eugene Robinson
“Gnarly thickets of fateful possibility with no obvious way out.” Now isn’t that one of the most descriptive sentences of world conditions you have ever read? If you have a moment, go read the rest…But, after 8 years of dumbed down expectations I don’t hold out much hope for Eugene’s ideal President.
Happy Birthday Norma Jean…
Well, it’s time to head to work…Catch ya later…
Or, Once again around the circle of the week.
Todays weather promises to be brutal. Yesterday evening at sundown the thermometer was still registering 80. This morning before sunup it’s already at 70. That wouldn’t be so bad but I see the humidity is at 97%…It’s gonna be a scorcher out today.
My commute yesterday turned very long…And there was no traffic. Over the last week the kittens we have living with us till they get up to bye bye size have taken to sleeping on top of my bag (computer, planner, etc). Yesterday before I left, I checked the bag glanced inside and zipped it up as I moved it out the door. Drove to work, grabbed my stuff and went in. As I went to sign in at the front desk I heard a meow…Sure enough, one of the pesky kittens had burrowed down deep in my bag and gone to sleep. So it was back out to the car, back to the house with one little white kitten riding the whole way home on my shoulder…Then back to work, an hour late…You really gotta love life’s little games…
Oh well, I got a passel of emails…
Looking at the daily forecast I really do have a bit of a worry. This year has been very strange for the Blue Ridge. I understand mid 80’s down here in SE Texas on the Gulf of Mexico in May but it should not be getting that warm in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina and Virginia this early in the year. I remember our first family vacation to Valle Crucis, it was August and we left 100 degrees plus down here for the mid 80’s in the valley. All of the workers at the Mast were miserable, according to them it just didn’t ever get that hot in Valle Crucis. We smiled at that and enjoyed the cool (to us). That was just about 5 years ago and here the temperatures are already that high in May (and they have been that warm a lot this year).
I would say this is going to be the straw that breaks a lot of ecological camels backs. After years of watching different species decline, warmer than normal weather is going to start pushing a number of species back north…even on the higher elevations.
I see that Dana Milbank has the same problem that the rest of the Media seems to have with Al Gore. They just can’t take it that he isn’t running. So what do they do? Well it looks like Mr. Milbank puts him in his place for being smart. Again and again and again he puts him in his place. Then Mr. Milbank puts the hog farmers of Iowa in their place…
Imagine the Iowa hog farmer cracking open “Assault on Reason,” and meeting Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Paine, John Kenneth Galbraith, Walter Lippmann, Johannes Gutenberg, John Stuart Mill, Thomas Jefferson and Marshall McLuhan — all before finishing the introduction.
I guess Mr. Milbank doesn’t think Iowa farmers have read any history. Talk about Media snobbishness.
He spoke of Adam Smith and Thomas Jefferson and John Stuart Mill, only briefly mixing up his patriots: “James Madison wrote — no, Thomas Paine, I’m sorry.” He gave a brief history of the printing press’s spread through Northern Europe. He used social science phrases such as “the collective process” and the “marketplace of ideas” and the “exchange of goods and services” and “guided by the role of reason.” And he threw in a New Age feel when he discussed the Internet: “It is simply that we have to conjure the full importance that it has in our lives in ways that go beyond what we can see and hear with our senses.”
You know, I have listened to Al Gore, I have listened to Bill Clinton, I have listened to George H. W. Bush, and I have listened to George W Bush…Only one of those men has ever had me wanting to throw things through the TV because he didn’t make any sense, and it wasn’t Al Gore. Why do some people have so much trouble with feeling put upon by a person with a brain who actually uses it? Story after story after story comes out of the Media that plays upon the “superiority” they feel oozes from Al Gore. What is that all about?
Well hell, go read it for yourself if ya want…Washington Post – Dana Milbank
The clock on the wall says it’s time to run…catch ya later…