Several days after the Solanco Fair ended my wife and I told our car to go down the lane and not to come back for a while. Our mission was to visit high school buddies on the west coast, do some birding and to see a few more pieces of this big country.
On September 28 we found ourselves on the northern tip of Wisconsin where our host was busy feeding her horses and covering the tender plants in her vegetable garden. The report was that except for the first three weeks in September, they had had a cool, dry summer with an early frost feared for that evening.
A few sentences of that evening's conversations caught my attention. She said that the farm papers were full of ads for free horses. It had been dry and the hay crop was short and expensive.
It did not frost that night but two mornings later in western Minnesota we saw ample evidence of frosted cornfields. A wet spring had delayed planting and the crop was behind schedule.
By the time we reached eastern North Dakota, it was obvious that they had had a very wet year with cool temperatures. One of the wildlife refuges we visited seemed to set high and dry to me before I spotted the ruminants of the wall of sandbags that had protected their headquarters.
Moving west through western North Dakota and Montana there is some rough land but significant stretches of irrigated agriculture, fallow farming of spring wheat and grazing. Fallow farming uses a field every other year with the hope that in the off year the field gains some moisture reserves.
Our new car needed some warranty work in western Montana, so we spent our first icy morning in a dealer's waiting room. We had experienced our first light snow in the area of Glacier National Park.
With the delay, we picked up the pace and headed for the Washington peninsula. There we found some interesting weather patterns. Near the ocean there is a strip of temperate rainforest with up to 280 inches of rain annually. It would have been wet even if it had not been raining during our visit.
The next day was warm and sunny so we targeted the highest mountain in that area. I guess I had been warned, but by the time we reached the top the temperature had dropped 20 degrees and it was blowing and sleeting enough to send us hightailing back to the valley.
In the valley, we were told that on the mountainside of the area's main road it often rains or snows while the waterside of the road is drier or sunny. We are talking distances of less than five miles.
By mid October we met my buddies and had a great four-day reunion. We then swung a bit south and turned toward home, but we will save that report for next week.