Gone with the WindPosted Thursday, February 10, 2011, at 1:47 PM
Every day seems to bring a new kind of wind to our lives. If you ever lived in ID, spring winds are the worst.
In March of 1977, a huge windstorm came to our area. It raged for several hours and the damage was tremendous. I have never forgotten that storm because I lost a cousin and a family friend that night too. There were road signs bent over, reports of car wrecks and damage to outbuildings.
Today, we are experiencing the same kind of windstorm. It is blowing in all directions. We cannot predict the outcome or damage because, unlike the storm in 1977, this one has been going on for quite a while.
The noise is deafening, the dust is everywhere and we are getting tired of having to buck the wind to carry on with our daily lives.
The very foundations of our homes, lives and work have been shaken daily. We see some individuals who stand up and say that it really isn't that windy and others who complain bitterly that they aren't equipped to handle the stress of a natural disaster.
Our windbreak used to be pretty clear. People followed the rules, laws and worked hard. The social structure was sound and true with deep foundation in the belief in God. And then, little by little, an erosion started to take place. It didn't seem so bad at first, but anyone can tell you that the entire ditch bank will eventually collapse with enough disturbance, natural or otherwise.
We have allowed this erosion by sheltering ourselves and denying the magnitude of the storm, until it is almost too late. There are no clear solutions when visibility is so poor, but as Americans, we can stand together and provide a new windbreak. A single tree may not stand against the wind, but an entire row will.
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.