The Great California Drought – Part I, the problem

I am a native Californian.  Born, raised and live within a few miles of where I’ve always been – Santa Clara County.  My father was born in Yakima, Washington, but grandfather moved to the little town of Modesto while father was still a baby.  Father grew up in that small farming town of 10,000.  He finally moved to San Jose in the early 1950’s.   By the 60’s father was living in San Jose and a few times a year, he’d drive our family over the Altamont pass to visit grandfather and his sister who still lived, ‘back home.’

On outskirts of town we’d always drive under the Modesto Arch which proudly proclaims, “Water, Wealth, Contentment, Health.”  The arch is still there but with the population nearing 210,000 the slogan at 9th and I streets is now more in the middle of the town.  Here is a picture of the arch (photo credit wikipedia)

The arch hasn't change since I drove under it as a child.

The arch hasn’t change since I drove under it as a child.

I want you to notice that, “Water” is the first word of the slogan.  Without water, the town wouldn’t be possible.  If you want to understand the history of California, you need to learn how water resources were developed to transform dry grasslands to tomato fields or almond orchards.

“Developing water resources,” is really a euphemism for “find water somewhere else and pipe it here.”  Modesto’s water resources come from two main rivers, the Tuolumne and the Stanislaus which both flow out of the Sierra Nevada mountains with the wealth of water provided by melting spring snows.  The rivers were dammed to provide hydroelectric power and to provide water year round.  An extensive system of canals was built to reroute the water from the rivers and dams for the farms and city.

This is the story of just about every city in the state.  San Francisco wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for the damming of the Hetch Hetchy Valley and the 167 mile system of pipes and tunnels bringing the water to the city.

California gets most of its rain during a few winter months and in order to have water during the long hot summers residents rely on water stored in reservoirs or tap underground aquifers – all filled with the little rain that falls and the normally plentiful snowfall in the Sierra.

That system has allowed my city of San Jose to grow from few thousand people in the 1880s to over a million today.

And the numbers keep growing.

But the seemly abundant water, isn’t and each year we have to stretch the same amount of rainfall over an ever-increasing population.

Well, actually less rainfall in the last three years. A lot less.  The Modesto Irrigation District reports that average rainfall is about 12 inches year.  In the last 10 years only 5 years have been at or over average.  The other five years have been anywhere from 2 inches to 5 inches short of average, with the last three being the worst.  Compounding the shortage was last year’s lack of snow in the Sierra.

Our water system is based on averages – surplus water on above averages year is stored in reservoirs for use in drier years.  The whole system is tuned to allow for three years of water storage.

We’re at three years.

The reservoirs are near empty.

There are already small cities and water districts that have run out of water.  Some state and federal water projects have stopped delivering water to the farmers. If we don’t get an average rain fall and a normal snow pack, things will be worse – far worse as the little remaining water behind the dams dry up.

It’s a bleak picture.  The long-range forecasts aren’t that encouraging and it’s possible we could enter a fourth year of drought.  I hate to catalog the problems we’ll face as none of them are pleasant to think about.

Still there is some hope we’ll get normal rain this year, and the problem water officials will have is explaining why a normal amount of rain won’t solve the water problems in the region.  Issues of population growth alone force us to rethink water policy and will force planners and soon, folks like me to change how we use water resources.

When my family arrived in California in the early 20th century, the state looked like it had unlimited resources of land, minerals, lumber and the water problem was quickly solved.  However, nothing is infinite and there are limits to the amount of gold in the mountains, the number of acres of land and the inches of rain that fall.  As we ever increase the number of people living in this land of riches, each person will have an ever smaller share of the resources the earth can provide.

Thinking about it too much paints a very pessimistic view of our future and increases our fear of a collapse of civilization.

But, in the midst of mounting despair there are signs of hope.  I’ve been thinking a lot about what can be done and have been hitting “google” a bunch.  Along the way, I’ve found a few interesting things that can be done – both by cities and individuals.

I’ll share those next time.

Andrew

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Wednesday Remodeling

It is official – had the final inspections today and the city has placed the final approval on our little remodeling project.

So we’re done!

Except for a couple of lights, moving a refrigerator, and cleaning up the side yard.

I do have a few more household projects planned but they’ll go under the heading of, ‘woodworking,’ or ‘hobby’ or ‘maintenance.’

Any thing but remodeling.

If you need me – I’ll be in the shop.

Andrew

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Day Trip – Castle Air Museum

It’s been sitting on the floor near my desk for several weeks – my father’s flag.

When he died in 2001, the VA gave me his flag and we displayed it at his memorial service.  Then we bought one of those triangular display cases to put it in, along with his dog tags.  Mostly the flag sits on top of my memorabilia shelves, but with the remodeling the shelves got taken down and everything on it boxed up.  A few weeks ago we un-boxed the flag and put it on the floor next to my desk awaiting the return of the shelves.

Heather and I have been making an extra effort in our life to go out and do something fun once in a while.  Having the flag underfoot somehow reminded me of a place we’ve been wanting to see for some years – Castle Air Museum in Atwater California, just down the road from Modesto, where my father grew up and where he was drafted into the Army after the outbreak of WWII.

The museum is an outdoor display of 56 aircraft from WWII and the cold war.  Most of the year you only get to walk around the outside of the airplanes but a couple of times a year they host an “open cockpit day” where they open up many of the planes for tours and have a lot of special activities.  Turns out it is one of their bigger fundraising events of the year.

On Sunday morning we got up early and started the two and half hour drive to Atwater.  The museum is located near the site of the former Castle Air Force Base, a sprawling complex in the San Joaquin Valley that was once the home of SAC (strategic air command air craft) bomber wings and was a base for B-52 and KC-135 aircraft.  The air base started as an Army Air Corps flying school in 1941, evolving into the SAC base by the 50s and continued operation until the base closed in 1995.  The base itself is now a civilian airport. The museum opened in 1981 and now comprises twenty acres of display area.

The San Joaquin Valley, or Central Valley as we commonly call it, is dry grassland where summer nights are hot and the winters mild.  It is also the land of my father’s family.  My father was raised in Modesto, just up highway 99 a few miles from Atwater.  Our drive took us through country that I’ve traveled since I was a child to visit family, dry, desolate, wind-swept grasslands with nothing to see for miles except barbed wire fence and the occasional cow.  If you see anything green, you know that there has to be an irrigation canal or well near by.  Farms here need a constant source of water and here it doesn’t come from the sky.  For me the drive is full of memories, for Heather it is a reminder of how desolate and barren most of California really is.

We arrived at the museum around 9:30 am and already the crowds were starting to fill the parking lots.  First thing we checked out were the tours for the museum’s latest accusation, the VC-9C, tail number 73-1681.  If you’re an aviation buff that might get you excited.  Well, we got excited when we learned that this is a DC9 aircraft formerly used by the Air Force as one of the, “Air Force One” planes used to fly the president and other VIPs.  This plane started service in 1975 and was retired in 2005, serving all the presidents during those years along with other government officials.

The presidential transport is a separate tour and they took us on a bus over to the air field where the plane is parked.  One of the highlights of the tour were the tour guides, one of whom had actually worked on this airplane during his time in the air force. He and the other volunteers are the backbone of this museum – this place wouldn’t exist without them.  They are dedicated to resorting and preserving the aircraft plus educating everyone on the plane’s histories – and they’re all great story tellers. There is no government funding for this place and it’s the volunteers with fund-raisers like this that keep the place open and the history preserved.

Here’s a picture of me standing by the wing of “Air Force One.”

Yup, that's me.

Yup, that’s me.

From there we went back to see the rest of the planes.  Many had their cockpits open and some of the larger ones you could actually climb into and walk around.  There were a number of WWII planes and a lot from the cold war era but Heather and I were drawn to the WWII ones because of our connection to that war through our parents and our general interest in the history of that war.  Here are some pictures of the other aircraft we saw:

The B-29

The B-29

One of the things that surprised me about the B-29 was how small it is compared to today’s planes.  It’s role as a long-range bomber made me think it would be larger. My father told how his base in the Aleutians was being converted to handle B-29s, a task that was interrupted by the ending of the war.

The B-17

The B-17

The B-17 was there.  Well it had to be.  This was the American bomber that flew out of Britain into occupied Europe and Germany during WWII bringing the war from Heather’s homeland to enemy.  This was also the bomber that my father watched fly out of his base in the Aleutians on their way to bomb northern Japan.

We loved this plane.  Note the artwork was added in 1995.  Not likely to have been done to a cargo plane in WWII

We loved this plane. Note the artwork was added in 1995. Not likely to have been done to a cargo plane in WWII

The C-47 was one of the air planes we got to board and look around.  This plane was used extensively during WWII as a cargo plane and troop transport. It is the plane that dropped airborne troops and towed gliders during the D-Day invasion and on operations such as “Market-Garden” in Holland.  Both battles have been of interest to us and we’ve read a lot about the battles the men who jumped out of these planes were in.  It might sound odd to some, but getting to walk inside this humble little plane was one of the highlights of the day.

The B-36 - largest bomber ever built.

The B-36 – largest bomber ever built.

The B-36 was of more interest to me than Heather. I recall the Jimmy Stewart movie, “Strategic Air Command” from the 50’s.  I must have seen that film 10 times on Saturday afternoon “at the movies” on TV as a kid.  I could never quite believe they’d build a plane with both jet engines and propellers (and ones that point the wrong way).  It was open for tour, but one look at the long line to get on board dampened my enthusiasm and I was content with just a walk around this very large flying machine.

We also got to see a B-24 and a B-25 Mitchell. The B-25 was the bomber used by Lt. Colonel Doolittle in the famous Tokyo raids just after the bombing of Perl Harbor (subject of the movie, “30 Seconds over Tokyo” a favorite in our DVD collection). The visitor’s guide said that General Doolittle was on hand to help greet this particular aircraft on it’s arrival at the museum in 1980. At another museum, years ago, we attended a talk by a pilot who had flown the B-25 in combat so we were glad to see one up close. We got to walk in the KC-97 tanker plane, got inside a SA-16 Albatross flying boat, and a couple of other cargo planes.  They had a B-52, but the line there was long with of warnings about tight spaces and difficultly moving around inside.  Since we got to the B-52 just after eating at the food tent and I’d downed a “double bomber cheese burger, a bag of chips and a drink,” I didn’t think I was in shape for crawling around inside an aircraft and satisfied myself with walking around the plane.

As it goes in the in the great Central Valley, by 1:00 pm it was getting hot and we moved indoors to see the small, but interesting display in their little museum building, followed by a trip to the little gift shop to buy a couple of cold drinks before hitting the road home.

The road home took us past scenes familiar to me from all the times I traveled these roads to visit my father’s family; corn in the field, alfalfa,18 wheelers hauling tomatoes, row after row of grape vines, miles of orchards, irrigation canals, and mile upon mile of dry, windswept hills.  One alarming sight was passing the San Louis Reservoir – I’ve never seen it so low, nearly empty.  The drought here in California is bad and likely to be as worse than anything I remember.

Once home, we looked at the pictures Heather took – cataloging them and trying to remember which picture was which plane.  I spent some time looking up aircraft on the internet.  It was a fun day and I am happy we made the trip.  It bought back memories and made new ones.

Before going to Castle, we had put the memorabilia shelves back on the wall next to my desk.  Today as I sat down to write this blog, it seemed only right to return the flag to its rightful place on top of my stack of memories.

Till next week,
Andrew

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Wednesday Woodworking – recycling

It’s been a busy week.  The kittens are taking a lot of time, there’s still plenty to do to clean up from the remodeling and Heather and I took a nice day trip this last weekend (more about that on Sunday).  That hasn’t left much shop time.  Tonight I did manage to get a bit done on my shelving project.  Four of the shelves are ready for installation and I started on the milling the rails for them.  Since my goal is to reduce my lumber pile, I decided to make the rails and doors out of wood recycling from my scrap pile.  The rails are being cut from an old bookcase.  It was  bookcase set I had built about 20 years ago for a different house.  They don’t match the style here and are kind of beat up so time to make something new out of them.

Here are some pictures of the project so far:

The shelves, siting on a shelf, waiting to become real shelves.

The shelves, siting on a shelf, waiting to become real shelves.

One of the old bookcase shelves.  Needed to remove the edging.

One of the old bookcase shelves. Needed to remove the edging.

I got a whole stack of them shelves.

I got a whole stack of them shelves.

Tools of the recycling trade.  You have to break things down and pull out all the old nails.  And yes, I still need to buy a metal detector.

Tools of the recycling trade. You have to break things down and pull out all the old nails. And yes, I still need to buy a metal detector.

The table saw does a nice job of ripping the parts to width.

The table saw does a nice job of ripping the parts to width.

So there it is – I now have more than enough rails cut to width.  Next step is to cut them to length and mount the slides to the shelves.  The only thing that made me a little worried on this one was that I don’t have a metal detector to scan the wood for hidden nails.  Hitting a nail with the table saw blade would be bad and expensive if I had to replace a blade because of that.  I felt somewhat safe with cutting these shelves up since I knew how they were put together and know where the nails were used.  I want to put doors on the front of the workbench to keep the dust and dirt out.  Still need to figure out how that is going to work.

If you need me – I’ll be in the shop.

Andrew

 

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