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She races headlong up the path toward the house, huge hard drops of icy water tattooing a watery imprint into her hot skin.
When the task is digging up the past, sometimes ghosts are the best guides. Sometimes, they uncover more than you bargained for.
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Looking at the water... Are you guys downstream of that giant EPA fubar? Or does it pass you by going down a different watershed?
ReplyDeleteNope, we're safe here, from that, at least [knocks wood superstitiously]. The Animas is in the far northwest corner of the state, in Navajoland. We're in extreme north central NM, and the Rio Grande runs right alongside us up here. Our immediate watershed (the one that supplies OUR particular plot of land) is the Rio Pueblo, coming down from the peaks to the northeast. Our drinking water is supplied by an artesian well, which is great except for the times like this afternoon, when the power company named for an Indian killer cuts a cable or some shit, and we're without power for 2 hours in the heat of the day - the pump is electric, natch. But we're far better off here than the folks living in Navajo backcountry right now. Besides being without potable water during frigging August, they have the reclamation/remediation issues to deal with - that watershed will not be right again in our lifetimes, and that's a tragedy.
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