I find that thirty years ago today, at five thousand feet in elevation merely miles from what were once prolific glaciers close enough to the forty-fifth parallel to call it half way to the North Pole, I was hooking logs to a helicopter on the Bridge Creek Burn (Tumalo Falls / Bend watershed) in a foot of fresh snow with the temperature throughout the day remaining at freezing (32F; 0C). It’s seventy-five out there right now, with no snow on the mountains.
Climate Change is a hoax… you just keep telling yourself that, Rube…
While you’re at it, go ahead and elect a clown for Governor.
