In 1975, I biked my dog to Stanford campus. At Tressider Union, I drank coffee. He rested under the table. Afterwards, we stopped at Lake Lag. Cas retrieved sticks, swimming murky water. “Two-thirds what it was,” the old timers said.
In 2012, my niece moved into a dorm that backed onto a weedy, muddy shadow of Lake Lag. I expected it to fill with rainy season water. No luck, dry like this year.
Hundred year drought we’re in. Arsenic blows off a drying Great Salt Lake, a hazard to fish and people. Climate cycle, climate change, it’s too damn hot.
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Thank you Monica for your sadly true, eloquent description of the agony of our times.
Hi Louisa, Thanks for reading! I’m sure you watch this daily in your hot climate.
The last week in “Politics” (reference to SCOTUS) just demonstrated how very sad this time in our history is and how inappropriate they are behaving.