Light

Daylight savings time came into effect as we were camping with our friends Mike, Holly, and Zakariah at our favorite spot in Galena. Camping is a great way to make the transition in sleep schedule as we tend to go to sleep incredibly early in the woods and wake up as soon as it is light out - particularly when it is rainy, dark, and cold in November. Brother Daniel and Amanda stayed behind to look after the farm for the weekend and missed out on the two hour hike over steep, muddy woods and across hard pavement. We brought three tents with us - two super high quality four season tents and one $20, 20 square foot summer children's tent. We set all three tents up on the same sandbox platform, touching nearly wall to wall.Tim and I fitted our rain fly to our tent, but neglected to stake out the ends as it wasn't so windy and wet and cold - why bother?

In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked up at a little puddle suspended above our heads. I poked it gently and water flowed out of the pouch and onto our faces. Well, I was about ready to get up anyways! A little cold water on your face is a great motivate to go build that fire and leave the equally wet and cold and sleepy husband. From the outside, I could see the problem; the rain fly had sagged, touching the tent and making a little cup for water to accumulate. I pulled the end of the rain fly out to where it should have been staked for contrast. The puddle flowed off the tent and hopefully down the side, hopefully not on to Tim's face. I did not hear yells, so I assumed all was well and went to start the fire.

Back on the farm, the meaning of Daylight Savings took effect. I hear Daylight Savings was invented to help the farmers somehow but as a farmer, I'm not seeing it. Before the change of Time, I would wake up around 7, help Tim get ready for work, have breakfast, then see to the animals as he left for work around 8. Now I must leap out of bed and rush to let the chickens and other animals out as early as possible, then get back in to help with the human-morning things and Tilly will be awake by then and need to go out, all before 8. I squeeze what used to be the 7am to 9am routine into the hour before 8 or suffer waking up at what is now 6 and was 7 before Daylight Savings struck. I am searching for the advantage and not finding it. I suppose if I planned to get up at 6 either way, the extra light may be an advantage, though that's not the way farming works. The animals consult the sun, not the clock, on when to get up. Being young adult, going to bed by 10pm to wake up at 6am, even on a Friday night, just makes me weird. If I were designing the clock for the farmers, I would put sunrise around 8 or 9 am year round, and let sunset fall a little later in the day - then all my friends (husband) would go to bed shortly after sunset and wake up around sunrise and all would be well in the world with a unified schedule for the night-owls and the farmers. Also, who's going to complain about a rooster that starts crowing at such a reasonable hour as 9am?

Our littlest chickens are starting to grow their own little feathers, which hopefully will be keeping them warm and dry on these wet, cold days. Moving here from Alaska, we are forbidden from ever complaining that the weather is gloomy or gray when there are "only" patches of blue sky or intermittent rain. I've been watching for warm, sunny, dry days to try to encourage Mama hen and her three wee chicks to venture outside. So far no luck. Some days have had a spot of sun, only to start heading towards dusk at 1 pm, before the dew has time to dry. Other days have been so windy and rainy it would be cruel to do anything but close up as many windows and door as I can for the poor little critters and maybe throw some extra bedding in for warmth.

Thursday was a particularly blustery day, granting us with a 12+ hour power-outage. Even when the avalanches wiped out miles of power-lines in Juneau from the city to the hydro-power-plant, the city generators were up and running with the power back on in a matter of only a few hours. Here, wind knocked over trees and branches, cutting power to counties all over Washington and areas all over our island. I heard the power crew had to come from off-island to do the repairs (guaranteeing an hour or more before work can even get started). After a few hours without electricity, including the well's water pump, the internet, or our cell-signal booster for phone service at the house, I started to worry about our 100 pounds of sockeye salmon fillets filling the freezer. I made some desperate calls and found a generator to borrow to keep the food cold and was so grateful to have such good neighbors.

Our closest neighbor, however, still had power. The house that was built as a mother-in-law to this one, sharing a property, a well, and a driveway - that house had power. We were the last house in line without power; on the cutoff between power coming from Freeland and power coming from Greenbank. Unfortunately, our neighbor wasn't home and our houses seem to have been built before exterior outlets were invented or we may have been running extension cords between the houses.

Our relatively short time with limited electricity (thanks to the generator and Tim's great wiring skills) was a good reminder of how fortunate we are to have electricity and how dependent we are on it for so many things - even our water. When we are camping, we are choosing to put ourselves away from power and are ready for it - plus only crazy people go camping when it's dark and windy and rainy and cold in November! When the power goes out unexpectedly, we find ourselves at a sudden loss - figuring out where to get a generator and if it will power the microwave to make a TV dinner and going out to a diner still operating with heat and light and music and hot foods.