December 26th, 27th, and 28th
It was oddly warm out at Midian Ranch the day after Christmas – far warmer, in fact, than it was in the Bay Area during the holiday weekend. Nighttime temperatures reached down only into the forties with almost no wind factor worth mentioning. The following day was quite similar: light rain with fairly warm winds blowing down out of the admittedly snow-covered Granites. It was very strange, especially when I was awoken at 4:00 a.m. on Wednesday by the single most ferocious windstorm I have ever experienced out in the desert. Which is saying something.
Anyhow, it was an eventful three days. I built two sets of five feet tall steps for the office building. I also constructed, mounted, and installed a new solar skid for the upper portion of the property, brining the amount of peak solar amperage up to about 190 watts. This means that the amount of amperage my regulator can handle should top out with the addition of a third and final 50 watt panel. I am mounting an additional two panels on the roof of the lower property generator shed to charge up the battery bank I am constructing down there. We already have two small gasoline generators (one for each end of the property) but I am hoping to add a large diesel generator at some point in the next two years as well. When it is all complete, the ranch should be swimming in power.
Laden down with small Christmas gifts, I visited with various neighbors on Tuesday including Ron and Dahlia (The Dog Ranch), The Jacksons (Jackson Ranch), and Sylvia (The F Ranch). I enjoyed visiting with everyone, although at about 9:30 while at the F Ranch we were called on by Sheriff Bloom. He was out looking for three hunters who had gone missing earlier in the day. Wanting to help, I went searching for them myself in the box canyons behind Sylvia’s place. Although I covered a good amount of territory considering my limited abilities and area knowledge, I found no solid sign of them. Also, my radio couldn’t reach the ranch from the eight or so miles back I traveled, so by 1:00 p.m. I had to turn around and come back empty handed or risk inspiring my own search party.
It’s big, black, and empty up there in the Granite Mountains late at night. I certainly hope that the Sheriff and his rescue team turned up something, although as of today I am not certain whether this tale had a happy ending or a tragic one.