Blustery Fall
The winds are rushing through the Rogue Valley, where I live. I’m up in the foothills of the eastern side of the valley, in a double wide trailer, and there are ring-neck pheasants and quail and dove out there being blown around, the gusts are so big. I just don’t see why more people here don’t use the wind. Down on the floor of the valley, it never feels as blustery as up here, but the microclimate of these foothills seems like it would be a perfect home to lots of wind catchers. I’d like EnergyRush to do a story on microclimates (I guess macros, too, er…whatever). Maybe jump around to green energy dwellings across the nation and see what specific combination and ratio of energy sources works best where. At any rate, as I drive from San Francisco to I5 on 580 next week, I’ll try and get some good shots of the wind turbines around Tracy.
–Refined gOil
