May 21, 2017
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The wind blew across the lake all night long, waves were five or six feet high, they smashed into our Shoreline most of the night. The water was going way up into the middle of the yard, some waves were even reaching the front of the house. I walked down to the dock the next morning, to my surprise, there was no boat there. It wasn’t stolen but ripped off by the wind. I cursed myself for not joining the Navy, I could have at least learned to tie a knot to protect my boat from unmooring itself.
I quickly decided, hindsight was not going to bring back my boat. It was nowhere to be seen. Under closer examination, I learned a big portion of the dock was also missing, so it wasn’t my knot that came untied. Any boat becomes easy prey during a windstorm. When I found the boat it was all smashed to pieces, four miles across the lake on a Rocky Point. The wind switched directions during the night, probably to examine all the damage it caused, and they call the Wind Mariah. Must be for a reason? So much for my old fishing boat, I decided to fix up the dock and do my fishing from there.
If you live anywhere in the Northern Great Plains of the United States, you develop a very close relationship with that wind Maria. After many years It gets to the point for some people they actually become mentally unmoored, their minds become lacking in proper emotional connections. They start to drift away from reality, leaving the person in a very sad condition.
Everyone gets to share on this strong wind and all that goes with it, as the wind starts up in Northern Saskatchewan in Canada and it comes roaring down south to The Dakotas and into Nebraska. In the summertime, there might be temperatures of 100 degrees and a wind of 60 miles an hour, which adds up to standing in front of a blast furnace. In a true old-time winter, the wind chill might be -100 degrees Fahrenheit. A 50 mile an hour wind at 30 degrees below zero Fahrenheit, will freeze steam instantly. Throw a cup of boiling water into the air It just disappears. There are times when you just can’t stay cool and then there are times when you just cannot stay warm, this all test everyone’s mental moorings.
I’m talking about the regular wind, without tornadoes, if we have tornadoes, a whole town might be lost within minutes. With regular winds, city folks and country people all end up with losses from the wind blowing strong all the time, in town you might lose some trees or the shingles off your house roof.
In the country, a farmer may have a field of wheat that’s ready to harvest, the grain is heavy, looks like a great crop. During the night a hard Wind and heavy Rain flattens most of the field, almost down to the ground, where it makes harvesting the crop very difficult, if not impossible.
The same farmer may have a crop of corn standing 7 feet tall, with a prospect they have a bin-busting Harvest coming. Then a hail storm and wind will come through, the whole field could be shredded and flat in an hour.
Years ago people raised a lot of flax, that was a very popular cash crop in this area. Some people cut and windrowed flax a day ahead of time to let it dry, to be ready to combine. The next morning only to wake up and see the flax blew away, GONE the wind blowing all night made the light grain with little straw disappear.
Anyone who farms in the upper Great Plains of the United States must be built out of very strong stuff. Farming is the biggest gamble in the world when you consider the constant, fluctuating price, weather conditions are always a Gamble. Loss of crop investment and many other different emotional letdowns probably leaves many of them feeling mentally unmoored. It all goes with the territory I suppose, losing emotional connections must be part of the harvest.
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I used that quote too 😃🦉