The Eyes of July 4th / Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires

Happy 4th of July in Utah! Where one spark, one tiny piece of a lit firework, smoldering, can and will, ignite our drought devastated state to the ground. Happy 4th of July, Where the skies are filled with a haze
off the fumes from the fires leaving our mountains stained black and treeless. Welcome
4th of July, our eyes are watching you. Only you can prevent forest fires.

The last couple of years, the water distribution into Utah’s rivers and lakes have decrease substantially. Poor results from low snow fall and runoff levels, matter. The water levels in Lake Powell are low. Under 30 feet. The BOR (Bureau of Reclamation) due to revised water level projections, has recalculated and refiled. And determined it necessary to close the motor ramps. According to the Lake Powell Water Database, the levels are dangerous to boaters and can turn deadly to swimmers. The Great Salt Lake is also taking a very nasty beating with the drought. If you haven’t taken a walk out to almost the middle of the lake, you’re missing out on a wild trip. It is an exceptional learning experience. Years ago, Morton Salt had a salt factory out by the lake. Today, the Great Salt Lake has dropped nearly 50 percent. That’s horrible. But, I digress.

It’s not just the big lakes. Let’s look at the other bodies of water affected, the reservoirs that feed to the lakes. The entertaining hotspots if you would. At the damn sites, all’s okay, but further out, is coming in slowly. what used to span miles is inching in closer to the just the middle of the excavated deep damn. We’ll begin our fun spots at Deer Creek. The reservoir is low, at the damn site, itself the depth is 235 feet, located up Provo Canyon in Wasatch County, this reservoir feeds into Utah Lake. The Bureau of Reclamation constructed Echo Reservoir during the depression. It is off I-80 and under construction. Closed. The Strawberry Reservoir is deepest at 200 feet and is great for fishing and camping but leave the boat at home. Without a boat ramp, it’s bottoms into mud, beware. Flaming Gorge is a large lake and reservoir in Utah and Wyoming. The reservoir is in Wyoming at 6040 feet deep. Used mainly as a camping and fishing family spot. Well, maybe it extends but it’s puddles more than lake in the end. Jordanelle Reservoir is a beautiful swimming, water skiing, and fishing lake, up above Heber and Park City and is 220 feet is depth for fast deep fishing and a lot of super overnight stays in a great year, not this year. But, for a water get away, it does have water, but goes easy, it’s just about the only one. And then there are the smaller Reservoirs that are used to hold water for agriculture: Gunnison Reservoir and Delta which are used for irrigating. Unfortunately this year, just like Nine Mile, these are almost gone. Dried up, nothing left for the most part, to feed the cattle in the field or push water down the field water turns. Our once beautiful Yuba Lake flowed full and deep is nothing but a little pond. You can’t replace what is gone, evaporated and not replaced. Without the hand of God blessing my little state, there isn’t enough water to vacation, swim or irrigate. So please don’t celebrate-with fireworks.

Spare the air of ash and haze, keep us free of fire’s blaze. Don’t use fireworks. We have signs posted in our mountains, in our towns, and along our highways, no water, please don’t burn. Please people, for the sake of those living in a drought state, Don’t. Shoot. Off. Fireworks. Keep a bucket with water beside you all the while you are shooting off fireworks. Sparklers are lit matches. Please Refrain, Fires aren’t a game.

Happy 4th of July

Doree

Poetry

The Date D Anderson 5/28/2021

The date, a dud,

The restaurant, so good.

The night before,

I had the steak.

A baked potato,

A piece of cake.

And still, not one vegetable

touched my plate.

That’s something I can’t stand.

Today, I feel,

worse than if I drank.

My nasal drips,

I sneeze and hurt my head.

My eyes water,

I can’t get out of bed.

I’ve got my pride,

I wish that I were dead!

But I digress…

I worked my way,

on knees, I prayed.

That a shower may,

knock me back to yesterday.

As hot water pounded,

down my back.

The steam cleaned out,

the stuffed and packed.

I rejoiced because,

my nose, now clean,

allows me to breathe again.

 I wear a mighty grin,

Because I can walk,

amongst normal men.

So… all the blames on last night’s date,

He’s the one that killed my day.

He showed up sick, and now I’m late.

So, on that kiss, I’m glad I passed.

Just one more thing

I could not forecast,

He called again,

and said, “he’d had a blast.”

“Would you like to go out again?”

Are you kidding me?

I replied, “No,” I was aghast.

Spring Forward, Jump Ahead…

It’s that time again: Spring Forward: Daylight Savings?

The constant questions carry on about whether or not Utah should follow every other state across the country in regards to participating in Daylight Savings. Every couple of weeks before our clocks strike the date that we should spring forward or jump ahead, the same old questions are asked. Why? What are we gaining. And the answer is always the same, “An hour of daylight benefits the businessman, the students, and even the farmer.” Great! But has anyone asked one of them? I did. A student and a farmer. Those driving to and from work can simply slip on a pair of sun glasses, put down their phones, and pay attention.

Okay. So, lets ask a farmer. According to one farmer, he understood that it had to do with the dampness of the morning dew. “An hour earlier, the dew is still light drops on the grain, an hour later, the dew has been dried by the sun. Once the fields are dry, you cut your grain. You don’t want the fields to be wet. That makes the straw, grains, or hay, damp and it will mildew inside the bale. Sure, in the early years, that might have been the case, but the machines used for baling crops have changed. The same is said for the way farmers water their crops.” As for the milk cows. The farmer said he didn’t think they cared about the sun or daylight savings. “If a cow needs to be milked, doesn’t matter the time, or sun, milk it.”

The students that walk to school, according to a middle grader, “doesn’t matter. I still end up walking in the darkness. Sometimes, like if it’s getting ready to storm. It doesn’t matter what time it is. The sun isn’t out. It’s dark and people still don’t look. How come I lose an hour of sleep and they still don’t see us walking?”

Drivers should benefit from the change. I notice right before the hour change that the sun is hammering me square in the eyes. That’s when we lift our sunglasses and put them on. One small injury to a child will live with you for the rest of your life. So, should we ride the Daylight Savings coattails? I’m one little retired person – what do I know?

Doree Anderson

It’s a Beautiful Sight

Alta Ski Resort, Alta Utah Photographer IzLa Motte Skier Megan McJames

On February 13, 2021, Utah’s ski resorts started seeing some of the best snow the year graciously dumped our way!

During the months of December and January, the machines were working at every ski resort in the Wasatch Mountain Range. Frantically working to provide them with enough ‘snow’ to build up the meager amount of ‘real’ snow barely covering the ground on the ski runs. Hoping that the resorts could finally open up to the public. Masked of course. Which, please… who isn’t wearing something over their face, as they’re whipping down a mountain into freezing weather. Around thirty degrees of water that just happens to be whipping directing at them. Yep, they’re masked.

But, the ever elusive snow continued to refuse Utah those white crystals. Left some in Las Vegas, St. George, Seattle, even Arizona , but neglected to drop by the Salt Lake Region. Park City, Deer Valley, Alta, Brighton, Canyons, etc. They all felt the squeeze of 2020 like a reoccurring nightmare. Hotels were getting those terrifying phone calls, daily. “Ah, yah. I’ve got a reservation for like, Friday. But, do have any snow yet?” “No, huh, ah, I’m going to need to postpone or yeah, cancel that.” 2021 became a continuation of 2020 November / December. So everyday, the words of the weatherman, disappointed resort owners, skiers and ski boarders, with reports of, “there’s another front coming in, but it looks like it will be missing us, or it’s working it’s way down, or it’s going to miss the higher elevations. Or, we’ll be getting rain instead anything snow…

People were turning off the TV. Worrying and wondering when… when would they see the snow, the piles of shoveled, piled, dirty, sloshy, slushy, “When will spring arrive,” snow. Well, drum role. That cute old rodent, that fat furry pot bellied mole from Michigan and Philadelphia, yah, him; the ground hog. I believe he saw his shadow. Which, correct me, but I believe it means, that there is six more weeks until spring. In Utah that’s when our fabulous SNOW melt begins, because IT BE SNOWING in Utah. At the time of the picture above, 31 inches fell in one night. Get out your skies, the roads are closed due to avalanches, but give it a while, our plows will clear it, and open the roads, “ya all are welcome to enjoy the snow, again.”

Welcome to the greatest snow,

Doree Anderson

An Observation with Exclamation

I gave it a week,

Might I say it was sweet,

Then I loosened the knot,

And wham, I fell to my knees,

I cried out, “Quick, I need a repeat!”

I blew it. I embraced it.

I gave my heart at the start of the year,

Day 1 through 7th, not a scratch, not a tear.

On the 8th day, it happened,

My world crumbled, it all fell apart,

My computer crashed,

“No,” I yelled out, “Dude, it’s too soon,

I need a new start. What am I gonna do?”

The words ricocheted throughout the room.

Is this a glimpse into another year of doom?

The pandemic kept me in lock down,

I occupied my time writing until I was spent.

Now, encased on a dead hard drive

I can’t recover any of those documents?

Well… I’m just not ready, oh no, there is no way

I’m accepting this roller coaster ride for another day.

With a new computer and soon a vaccine

I’m taking on this year by its ring a ding, a ding, ding, a ding, ..a ding,.. ding ..ding

And that’s the way I see it;

Doree Anderson

Let’s talk ‘New Year’ … Commit to It

I always like to think that when the New Year puts in her first appearance at 12:01 a.m, I’m ready. I’ve got my slickers on, coat, hat, and gloves. As I stand beneath a star filled, black-canvas night, in anticipation for the majestic bursts of bright blue, yellow, red, green, and white colored light as we welcome another year into our lives.

I’m rearing to go. Lickety split, that’il do the trick, it’s time we get to say hello to 2021.

It’s all new. No dust, no fingerprints, nothing to ruin it yet. Hopefully, we’ve all spent the last couple of days writing down the four goals that we want to accomplish during the upcoming years. (I say four because I like to make a huge goal for each quarter of the year)

This year, we begin again. Wipe the board clean and take out your organization paper. Brainstorm on what things you wish to accomplish and when, then copy it down, organize, document and when we call down the seconds, we’re set it all to begin.

If you’re going to lose weight, admit it. You want to do a new project, commit. Want to write a book, start it. Check out a new job, apply for it. This is your time. Instead of talking about it, here’s your chance to step off the sidewalk and hit the road. I’m going to.

I have committed to writing, editing, completing, and publishing a book this year… not self but, (and here’s the nail biter) the good old-fashioned way. I’m going to give it the agented way.  Let’s just say, that’s what’s under Goal for the fourth quarter.

Okay, one two three

Happy New Years Eve, 2020-21

Doree Anderson

2020 Bye Bye

As the years pile on, the thrill slips away. I find my eagerness toward holidays wane. People need power cords or batteries. A zap of energy would work for me.

In earlier years, I loved to decorator. When we had a holiday coming round, I’d break out the boxes or take a quick trip to the closest hobby store. By the way, it’s also a great time for a good cleaning. When the red, white, and blue is replaced with back to school, remember to rearrange the furniture too. I’ve learned, the hard way, that a wayward plastic spider found roaming the floor around Thanksgiving isn’t fun.

I loved that feeling of joy going from Halloween to Thanksgiving, to Christmas.

And then a new year arrives with eagerness. January is a decoration free, wiped down, squeaky clean beginning. A new start with a list of goals and trips to make.

2020 Began exactly as it should. February was good. March had a whole unique plan… No, oh no, from here the world went kaput.

So, from here on out… I am demanding a synopsis. A little idea on what’s coming around the corner each month. Thank you… please. No COVID-19, no earthquake, or hundred miles an-hour winds that knock over the neighbor’s trees against our house.   

I spent a couple of days boxing up the few Thanksgiving decorations and bring down the Christmas decorations. Halloween was a bust. Fall wasn’t much, and I didn’t know how much of Christmas I cared to display. After grinching a moment, I’m happy to say, the stockings are up; the lights are lit, and we welcome Santa to play. I have bulbs on my tree, and a present or three, I’m ready for Christmas day.

Have a Healthy and Safe Holiday Season!

Doree Anderson

It’s December 1st… Are you ready?

2020 is coming to an end… Only 30 more days!

We’ve missed so much ‘together time’ with our family and friends this year, that I know I’ll be utilizing Christmas Cards as a special way to reach out and say “Hi.” How are you and yours doing this trying Covid year.” Let’s kick this 2020 out of the way. Cards are a great way to put a hand out and say, “We’ve been thinking of you!”

I’ve removed everything Halloween, Pumpkins, Autumn, and Thanksgiving from the mantle and the shelves. I re-boxed them up and even taken them down the stairs. I returned upstairs and plopped down on the couch. Yep, it all looks so nice and clean. And then I watch the Television. This commercial comes on about a woman setting down a couple of pairs of shades and telling her husband she bought them today for Christmas and he shows her what he bought that day, a red car and a black truck. The wife takes the truck the husband wanted. And then it hits me. Duh, when those boxes go downstairs, you take the next holiday boxes upstairs with you. It’s another holiday that I’ve accumulated an assortment of knickknacks and ornaments. And score! This one also comes with a tree to use floor space that I don’t have. No worries, I still manage anyway.

So, with all the boxes sitting around me, I thought I’d take a break and write out my Christmas cards. If I don’t do it now, I might accidentally re-box them and then I’ll end up forgetting them until December 2021 and I’m really anxious to get 2020 over with. And we all Need A Little Christmas Cheer, especially this year!

Happy Decorating

Doree