Western Idaho. Every year I look forward to riding the service road along an irrigation ditch that drags water over to an agricultural area a few miles away. There is great shade; the slope of the road is 1%; and the water in the creek is so utterly soothing and drinkable for my little sweetie dog. Not this year! The irrigation creek was dry, dead. It might as well be in Arizona, rather than Idaho. I was so disappointed. The good news is that I looked for tributaries coming into my irrigation creek, and observed where the water went. It disappeared into a vertical pipe and then, presumably, turned 90 degrees into a horizontal pipe underneath the service road that I was riding on. That way, a trench for the pipe did not have to be dug. Water a few feet under ground wouldn't freeze. So the irrigation ditch just serves as overflow? Meanwhile, a pretty sky over an unusual flat spot in hill country: Here is a video panning the hills...
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Early retirement, mainstream-media-free, bicycling, classic books & history, RV camping, and dogs.