By Eilene Lyon
Too Little Water
August 12, 2018
The Animas River is at an all-time historic low (and they are still drawing irrigation water – sorry, New Mexico!). As of Friday, it was running at 131 c.f.s. The average for this time is about 600 c.f.s.
I don’t normally stand in the “river”
As the surface level drops, the water gets warmer, turning the rocks bright green with algae, depriving the aquatic life of oxygen. But what about the fish? Oh no worries – they all died when the ash and debris from the “416 Fire” came washing down a few weeks ago.
Charred debris in the Animas River
The gold medal trout waters near town will be fine. Colorado Parks and Wildlife stocks all the fish in the river, anyway. The mineral load from the Silverton mining district prevents any fish from reproducing naturally.
Here at home, I’m still watering the gardens (we don’t have any lawn). As the trickle of river flows past, I have to wonder about the aquifer below us. When will we discover the well has gone dry – when I turn on the tap and nothing comes out?
Fortunately there’s still enough water for this flotilla of mergansers.
The Gambel oak acorns are turning brown and being jettisoned. When the wind blows, it sounds like a micro hailstorm or fusillade. It seems a bit early, but maybe they can’t invest any more resources in seed production.
In fact there seems to be a bumper crop of acorns and chokecherries this year. I wonder if the plants thought it was going to be a better year? Or perhaps it’s just the opposite: they sense their impending doom and are going all out to ensure potential offspring in abundance. The seeds will abide in the duff and topsoil until conditions are more favorable. Soon, we hope.
Normally our monsoon season runs from mid-July to mid-September. Here we are in mid-August and they still haven’t appeared. Do you see those monsoonal clouds building up on the horizon? Nope? Me either.
Oh, there they are! Probably bluffing as usual. [For the record, we got 0.03 inches of rain]
Too Much Water
Certainly writing about too little water in a drought is a no-brainer, but sometimes we get too much, too quickly.
June 14, 1932
Friday a cloudburst washed out the flax. Darn it! Flax is a good price and every year something happens to it…Monday Dad was out in the potato field knocking potato bugs off the plants into a pail. He was going to kill them by pouring kerosene over them. When a sudden hailstorm came up, he set the pail down in the barnyard so he could help with the terrified horses. A horse kicked the bucket over. Several thousand of Dad’s little jewels went back to the potato field.
— Ann Marie Low Dust Bowl Diary
Whether the soil is scorched by a blazing sun or a blazing forest, it will refuse to absorb a heavy rainfall. The water rolls down like off a newly waxed car. Where it does soak in on denuded slopes, the resulting mud and rocks will come down instead of water.
The cause of the 416 Fire is “unknown” only to the Forest Service. Everyone else knows it was started by the train and its coal-burning, ember-spewing locomotives. The mud flow from a recent downpour has made this section of track unusable. Payback’s a you-know-what!
Mud and rocks threatened and damaged many homes below the burn area.
The new owner of the KOA Kampground was dismayed to see the place overrun. She felt somebody should “do something,” though who and what wasn’t clear. No one impacted by the mud slides is covered by insurance for flood damage.
A favorite local business, Honeyville, is right in the bulls-eye zone for mud and debris from the burn area.
Future mudslides waiting to happen. Don’t you bet those homeowners love fire fighters?!
Our local rock-stacking artist usually works in the river. Perhaps it was too muddy? Or maybe he decided he was tired of round rocks.
Feature image: Looking downstream from the Durango Dog Park. The section of river below this point is heavily modified for a white-water park. No kayaks and rafts on the river today!