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Last summer day in Schoharie ☀️

Most likely that is with only two summer weekends remaining. Listening to lots of Karen Dalton and John Denver, looking at the wildflowers and bumping along those rough dirt roads, saying how fast those days go.

Maybe it was the weed 🌸 or the hours in the sun studying the wildflowers 🌻 🏊‍♂️ but it seems like I spent more time sleeping then swimming 🤽‍♂️ at the Mine Kill Pool. Hiked down into the gorge and over to NYPA Discovery Center which is under heavy construction as they renovate the exhibits. Been using the binoculars to study the birds 🪿 and distant views after rediscovering then I my old truck. 🚛

It was a quiet evening at camp 🏕️ lights were working good but I was tired and got cool quickly after the sun set. Had a small fire 🔥 and retired to bed around 9:30. Woke at five, ran to the bucket 🪣 shitter did a poop 💩 and smoked some more grass 🦗 until sleeping in until eight. Took down camp, 🥾 wandering around Looking Glass Pond and the falls, next up is Shauls then over to Mine Kill State Park Pool 🩳 until 4 pm or maybe earlier if storms roll in.

Sunday dinner 🍽️ and laundry 🧺 at the folks house, catch up with them. Start up Big Red 🛻 to get fuel running through the engine, then I’m thinking of swinging by Wally World on the way home 🏪 for a bunch of things I need then home. Busing it tomorrow to work and then working over at the campaign committee getting loose ends tied up into the evening. Maybe Thursday after work head north for the Potholers. 🟤 That would be nice as summer winds down. 😎

Escaping the Data Swamps 💿

It is barely a week since I unpacked from an eleven-day stretch in the Finger Lakes, yet the post-vacation blues have already been crushed under a landslide of city reality. This week at work was relentless. When you spend your days steering through the endless digital requests of data services, running from one engineered crisis to the next, the city begins to look less like a community and more like a high-intensity machine. From the window of a slow commuter bus, the landscape morphs into an exhausting blur of concrete infrastructure: city garbage heaps, rumbling sewage treatment works, and sprawling recycling plants. By Friday afternoon, it felt like the pavement was closing in.

I needed to get away, if only for forty-eight hours.

My mind kept drifting back to a recent trek down the back roads of Pennsylvania, where the unmistakable, heavy smell of wood and plastic smoke rose from weathered old burn barrels on the rural edges. To some, that acrid black smoke is an eyesore, but to me, it is a visceral reminder of a different kind of life—one far removed from municipal codes, sterile suburban compliance, and the collective illusion of the weekly trash pickup. It got me dreaming again of the open country, of the hills and hollows where the horizon isn’t boxed in by brick and wire.

So this weekend, I packed the rig and headed for the quiet ridges of Schoharie County. Out here, the noise of backfiring cars and gridlocked traffic fades into the stillness of the state forests. There are no data streams to monitor or urgent work orders to process. There is only the rough dirt track under the tires, the prospect of a quiet campfire under a dark sky, and the deep, uncomplicated freedom of the woods. Summer is slipping away fast, but out here in the hollows, I can finally breathe again.

Why Big Solar is the Best Neighbor We’ve Got

For anyone raised where the dirt is thick and the air smells like cut hay or livestock, the sudden appearance of a utility-scale solar farm feels like an insult. Watching thousands of acres of open country get swallowed by a grid of glass and metal looks like a violent, corporate invasion. My first instinct was to hate it. It felt like an incredibly stupid, naive reaction to the climate crisis—wrecking massive tracts of hard-worked land for a measly handful of megawatts. It looked like a scam cooked up by soft-handed urbanites who wanted to feel good about “saving the planet” from their city apartments, completely blind to the fact that they were turning our valleys into an industrial scrapyard.

But out in the country, you learn to look at things as they are, not how you want them to be. My mind changed because the reality changed. This isn’t a choice between a pristine, untouched paradise and an industrial wasteland. It’s a choice between control and absolute destruction. When you look at the raw math of land economics, utility-scale solar isn’t a threat to rural life—it’s the only damn thing keeping it intact.

The real threat to the countryside isn’t solar panels; it’s the parasitic spread of suburban residential subdivisions. People worry about the physical structures of a housing development, thinking the concrete and compacted soil are the issue. They aren’t. Concrete can be broken up, and soil can be repaired. The real, permanent death of farmland happens when a big tract is sliced and diced into a hundred tiny parcels owned by a hundred different suburban families. Once land ownership is fragmented like that, you are never, ever getting it back.

Solar farms do exactly the opposite: they keep the land consolidated. Giant tracts are leased from local farmers, keeping the title intact under a single name. And unlike a subdivision, a solar array is temporary and incredibly easy to tear down. The vast majority of a solar farm’s weight is premium, high-value scrap metal—copper wiring and heavy steel and aluminum frames. Even the panels have secondary value for off-grid set-ups. Despite the scare tactics and rumors, they aren’t toxic waste. They are mostly glass, plastic, and silicon bound tightly together. If you had to, you could bulldoze them into a ditch and cover them with dirt with virtually zero impact on the environment. Try doing that with a subdivision full of moldy drywall, asphalt shingles, and abandoned plumbing.

Let’s be even more brutally honest about what it means to live in the country: residential neighbors absolutely suck. True country living is noisy, smelly, and rough around the edges. If I am out on my property shooting guns, running heavy machinery, or spreading manure, the last thing I want is a city transplant next door calling the cops or crying to the zoning board about the smell of my hogs. A housing development brings people who burn synthetic garbage, play amplified music over your property line, and complain about the grit of rural life.

A solar farm is the perfect neighbor. It doesn’t call the sheriff. It doesn’t mind the smell of manure. It doesn’t cultivate fields or run combines at two in the morning, and it sure as hell doesn’t look or smell like a regional landfill. Traditional farming relies on heavy doses of pesticides, and commercial timber operations drench acreage in glyphosate just to kill off weeds. Compared to that, a quiet, motionless solar array that minds its own business is a blessing.

And let’s drop the act—the climate crisis isn’t a myth, and it isn’t hitting the cities first. It is hitting us. It is the rural homesteads, the family farms, and the orchards that are getting wiped out by freak late-spring frosts, unseasonal droughts, and torrential floods that wash away topsoil. We need clean, carbon-free energy to stop this bleeding, and we need a lot of it because electricity demand is through the roof.

Look at New York. The state has already exploded past 8 gigawatts of solar capacity, with a massive chunk of that coming from distributed and utility-scale installations. During peak summer heatwaves, solar has surged to provide nearly 30% of New York’s entire grid demand in a single hour. This is real, massive power generation that costs nothing in fuel once it is built, produces zero toxic ash, and emits no greenhouse gases.

Solar is land-intensive, and we shouldn’t sugarcoat the resources it takes to build it. But it is an aggressive, working solution to a crisis that threatens our livelihood. By generating massive amounts of cheap power while locking down massive tracts of land from predatory developers, utility solar isn’t a woke conspiracy—it is a steel wall protecting the rural landscape for the next generation.

Map: Shindagin Hollow State Forest Ortho
Map: Severence Hill Trail

You can feel your summer fading fast

Maybe it was the rendition of that Steely Dan song that gave me pause hearing that next weekend is the cruise in at Mine Kill State Park. Maybe it was the discussions I had with Gemani AI about my thoughts about burning barrels and freedom to burn your own trash, the time I spent out on vacation or in dirty ol Pennsylvania, but I wanted to get away this weekend.

Completely rational? Not really, though today is a sunny but cool day. Things aren’t great for swimming, indeed the pool is open by now, but I’m in no rush necessarily to get to Mine Kill or even go swimming – I am thinking more along hiking, bird watching, photography, fishing before an afternoon swim when the sun is highest. ☀️ I did get sunscreen at Wally World yesterday, but I forgot my favorite – more of those big, apparently non-recyclable but who care I burn mine – jumbo bottles of salsa. Picante sauce to be exact. But it makes the cornmeal pancakes and even just eggs so delicious, not to mention on fried zucchini. And when I’m done, it goes into that white garbage bag and burns down to nothing. 🔥

There is no real plan for today, except I decided to limit it to between here and Mine Kill. 🏕️ Going to take the SuperDuty straight down there from Duck Pond, spned the balance of the day there swimming, hiking, maybe fishing, then come back to camp. Night 21 – literally three weeks of my summer – spent camping in the SuperDuty. 🧘‍♂️ Maybe not as many as some years with Big Red but I didn’t get my cap and the rig mostly together until the closing days of June. And now summer is almost done.

It was closer to 6:45 PM after I stopped to pee and reconnect my phone to Android Auto – and also get gas ⛽ in Rotterdam. I could have saved gas by staying home, but I figured that this weekend would likely be my last chance to get to the Mine Kill Swimming Pool 🏊‍♂️ indeed any swimming pool before the summer done. Maybe though next weekend, I’ll leave on Thursday for one last weekend at House Pond and Potholers. 🟤  Still chatting with people about selling Big Red, I get a few emails a week but nothing goes beyond a few questions. It’s a tough sell with the rotted frame. I thought about staying home in case somebody calls about the truck, but truth be told, nothing was going to happen and it would have been a wasted summer weekend.

Had a bit of a smoke with breakfast – first some eggs and zucchuni, then some apples, maple syrup, stevia, cinnamon and oatmeal as a dessert. 🍳 Laid in the hammock for a while, then went for a quick walk searching for some black berries. Had a group of campers set up shop late at night last night – after midnight at the other campsite on Duck Pond – but they’re packing up now. I think I’ve been seen them before but I’ve been coming up here for many years now.  🦆 I don’t know, I just needed to get away, and this is some pretty remote country for being only in Schoharie County. I actually had forgotten how rough parts of the road are back to Duck Pond though with care and low speed the SuperDuty did good. Watched out for pallet nails at the campsite, while I was part of the problem, finding a pallet on the way to work yesterday, and bring it up here.

It was kind of a stormy night last, almost cold and windy for a while with a constant threat of rain as I drove out here, but the rain passed south and around me, but for a while it sure seemed like a severe storm was immenent. ⛈️ Got set up and the inverter kept faulting out. The bolt I’m using for as a bus bar loosened up causing a voltage drop as the load increased but after tightening it this morning, things are a better. It looks the other campers from last night that arrived after midnight were from Ohio, which explains their late arrival. 💡 I probably would have perked up the fire more beyond the pallet pieces and the burnables had the lights been working. Indeed by the time I went to bed around 9:30 – 10 PM, things were quite a clear and beautiful night. Watched YouTube for a while before going to sleep. 😴

I often tell myself that I should do more 🙄 but I’m just tired after a busy and crazy week at work. 👨🏼‍💼 I rode my bike to work three days last week 🚲 and the happy hour 🍻 was fun but things were just so busy. I just needed more time in the woods, the hills after summer vacation. 🩴 One more day at the pool before summer is done. Maybe the burn barrels of Pennsylvania are far away but I still love the wild country. 🐐

Thematic Map: US 9 Suffixes
Thematic Map: Eastern Continental Divide in New York State