It's so much easier watering each evening and take about one third the time with the Cottonwood tree gone. Branches are falling off now and soon it will probably just look like a pole. I have a trip to town tomorrow and I'll swing by the garden place and see what they have to replace it. I want a tall tree so the birds can see the predators coming.
Both cisterns that collect water off the roof, west 250 gallons and east 320 gallons, were about empty and I was thinking I was going to have to pump river water into the truck and then drain it but storms every other night for a week and not watering the cottonwood got both cisterns mostly filled up.
All four small spotted skunks and the three ringtails that were showing up regularly are all making appearances again, at least most nights, along with five or six foxes and about the same in raccoons. There are guests on the porch nearly every night and I've turned the chucking hot dogs over to them.
It's been a weird couple of weeks. I get maybe four or five people a year that leave before their booked stay is over. Usually somebody doesn't feel well or there's an issue at home, or something more pressing that cuts into their time off. But I've had four or five of them this month. They all say there's no problem with their room, hogan, or house, just something came up and I had one that didn't want to drive back and forth for Arches and Canyonlands and the like and two that were nervous about the road though they both got here ok. Still I've driven or escorted guests out three times in the last week and the road is about in as good a shape as it's been this entire year. Today I took the bike up and down Hurrah and that's way funner than driving their car.
The river is still high and lot of water coming down it every day. I'm still not letting guests kayak, it's just too strong and dangerous for my taste.
I haven't seen the big horn herd in a while so each day I head out and search another area I haven't been to in awhile. Flood hit Dripping Springs two days ago so no footprints of anything.
On the way back from Dripping Springs I got sloppy in the deep sand.
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