… don’t you think the joker laughs at you? (John Lennon’s songwriting ghosts)
“I would rather have questions that cannot be answered than answers that cannot be questioned.” (Richard Feynman)
7/4/2021 – We are in Yellowstone National Park with our two grandsons, having a very good time. We did not know what to expect, where we would be. In the past we would stay at Pebble Creek Campground, maybe eight miles into the park from the Silvergate entrance. All of the 27 sites were FCFS, that is, first come, first serve. We would look over the board and see what sites were coming available, and arrive at 5:00 AM the following morning to be first in line.
Last year we expected the same and made the arduous trip from Colorado, only to find that the campground was closed for the season before it ever opened, the day before it was scheduled to open. Covid, you see, the obvious objective to make people as miserable as possible. We had nowhere to go and ended up in overpriced motels, finally camping at Island Lake high atop the Beartooth Mountains. It’s a beautiful spot, but our grandson wanted bears and wolves, which we find only in YNP. We got it done, but spent a lot of time traveling back and forth.
This year the Park Service threw all of Pebble Creek camp sites (save a couple) into the national reservation system, and though we tried, the entire place was booked for the entire year in five minutes, back in May. We decided to take a chance, and along with two gk’s headed to Bozeman, MT to rent a camper (at age 71 I was tired of sleeping on the ground), not knowing where we would end up. We stopped in Pebble Creek on our way to Cooke City, and discovered that due to an early departure one of the two FCFS sites was available the following day. I suggested we might claim it if we arrived at 5:00 AM, and the campground host suggested … possibly not. So we rolled out of bed at 3:00 AM, and became first in line at 3:40. Sure enough, around 5:00 AM three other cars rolled in. At 7:30 the camp host came out and awarded us the spot, FCFS. Four hours of waiting it took. Worth it.
Yellowstone has changed … more RVs, more pressure, especially this year when people could not plan trips abroad. But in other ways, it remains the same.
My first trip to Yellowstone was at age four or five, with my birth family. I have only sketchy memories, of course, of my dad and brothers in lawn chairs fishing on the round shore of Yellowstone Lake. We stayed in a tiny cabin, probably at Fishing Bridge, and I remember one evening walking and holding someone’s hand, probably a brother or Dad, and then, inexplicably, later holding hands with a complete stranger.
Years later I asked Mom about that night, and she remembered it very well. We had rounded a corner and I came face-to-face with a (probably a black) bear, and ran away. There was an effort to find me, I do not know how big. I don’t know if I ran ten feet or a half mile. The man whose hand I held had found me and delivered me to my family. I do not remember a bear. After all, I did not know what a bear was. I blacked it out of my mind.
That was the mid-1950s. I’ve been coming here all my life, some years more than others. I’ve hiked and skied the place, one hiking trip well over sixty miles around Yellowstone Lake in 1997. Living in Billings, MT and then Bozeman, this place was always my back yard. In 1988 over two million of the park’s acres burned in an amazing fire, leaving me devastated. But then, gradually, Yellowstone recovered. Those acres that were so burned that they could not recover are now meadows, an important part of the ecosystem. For the rest, you would never know there was a fire.
Here’s what I am getting at in my windy way: This place has not changed in my lifetime! People complain about the heat in July … it’s always been like that. The normal daytime ambient air temperature is in the seventies, but direct sunlight at high altitudes heats the skin. The poor schmucks down in the caldera, forced to show their kids the features like the geysers, giant waterfalls and Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone will feel more heat, not because it is hotter, but because they are standing on cement and asphalt. The surfaces absorb heat, quite a different phenomenon than AGW.
Beyond temperature, the forests are as I remember them, tall and healthy subalpine or Douglas fir, and lodgepole pine down in the caldera. A lake I hiked to as a kid, Trout Lake, has not changed in any manner, cutthroat trout still migrating upstream at the inlet in June. At a visitor center in Gardiner they have placed, side-by-side, photos taken during the Washburn Expedition in 1870 and the exact same photo today. There has been little, if any change in over 150 years!
What’s up? It is a simple matter of turning off your news and using your newspaper for fire starter. My senses tell me that this place is not affected by any “Climate Change.” But the park newspaper given to us when we entered says otherwise. Here’s what they tell us to expect in a piece called “Signs of Change: IN THE FUTURE we can expect loss of alpine habitat, more and more intense fires, pine beetle infestations, loss of wetlands, fewer grizzly bears,and invasive non-native plants.
IN THE FUTURE, and just trust us because we’re scientists. In the meantime, during my life, the place has gotten greener, and snowfall is unchanged, always variable. World wide, we are having less acreage lost due to forest fires. Yellowstone grizzlies are more numerous, their range expanding, in large part due to reintroduction of wolves. They create more carrion.
Prior to wolves the place was overpopulated by elk, trashing meadows and stream beds. (In Rocky Mountain National Park, where there are no wolves, I have seen chain link fences on stream beds to protect them from elk.) They have their place, but in Yellowstone there were just too many. In the 1960s park rangers would mercy-kill the starving beasts, and in the 80s and 90s, special hunts were allowed, shooting galleries with hunters only a short distance from their trucks. There are now fewer (and very alert) elk, and they migrate to the high country earlier, leaving greener meadows and healthier streams.
The whole of Climate Change is a psyop, and one that worked on me until I read a large collection of Climategate emails. I was passively absorbing news and “science” and internalizing it. That is the norm. I was buying in. I remember around 2010 watching a movie from the 1970s, Rancho Deluxe, because it was filmed in Paradise Valley near Livingston, Montana. I found it depressing, as the mountains were snow packed, and I did not imagine that happened anymore.
See how it works? Power of suggestion. If I had stuck my head outside my car window, I would have seen that the magnificent mountains around Paradise Valley are unchanged, some years having a lot of snow, some years less, just like always. People who complain about July heat here in the park are really saying it is getting hotter. It is not, or maybe just a wee little bit, going on since the bottom of the Little Ice Age, circa 1680, and favoring us.
The news does not allow any dissent from the Climate agenda. Every government on the planet is bought in. Medieval windmills are replacing gas generating plants. Ugly solar panel arrays are popping up like wild flowers.
Try some time try mining for, smelting, and making steel or copper using wind and solar. Try making a Tesla using just battery power. It cannot be done, but this is our future. Climate Change is all about fewer people and lowered standards of living. CO2 is demonized because it is plant food, and more food means more people. Oil, gas and coal are tools we use to make wealth and to make life easier.
That is what they want to stop. I told my grandson about climate scientists: Remember three things: They lie, they lie, they lie.
Of course, I cannot reach him. Teachers got there first. Every school, every newspaper and newscast, every public figure chants the mantra, without exception. As psyops go, this one is historic, working hand and glove with Covid to depopulate the planet. The key to any agitprop campaign is exclusivity. People, especially young students, are only allowed to see and hear one side, all others censored with vengeance. I can write freely here, for now, as with 1,600 followers, this blog is no more than a small town newspaper. If I reached a larger audience, I’d be drowned out by a chorus of
liars experts making sure that my words fall like soft snow in cedars, unheard and unfelt.
Who is going to cut their lawns, make their Mai Tais? I suspect they are going to rely on robots rather than useless eaters. Who is going to make the robots? Other robots? I suspect in Bill Gates’s dream world, human progress comes to a halt.
PS: Regarding the unprecedented heat wave in the Northwest, my first thought was HAARP. Below is a piece supporting this view.
The post below says it can all be explained by natural phenomena, and is not unprecedented, only that you are unlucky if you live where it happens.