Tuesday, August 10, 2004

According to the Weatherman

As I was saying, it rained most of Saturday afternoon on the western slope of Killington. The clouds were moving eastwards, and, as I understand it, rise into the cooler air of the mountain, and since cool air does not hold its moisture very well, it rains. There were intermittent showers further west in the valley, that is, Rutland, and over on the eastern slope of the mountain, but nothing relatively steady.

According to the Weatherman

As clouds ascend the slope,
things cool, and rain begins
to fall. Our gyroscope
turns east—the origins
of desert-dwelling monks
in dehydrated clothes
are artifacts of funks
the weather system blows
over the mountaintop.
It’s just environmental
prospects—nothing can stop
that wholly accidental.
The best example of this wet western slope phenomenon that I have seen is in Oregon. West of the Cascades, it’s a virtual rainforest. But east of the Cascades is literal desert.

5 comments:

Robert said...

Hello, it seems that you are in Vermont, like me! Found you, as you had a link to my blog in your temporary list. Will be checking back. Thanks for the support.

Robert said...

Oh, sorry, I guess you were a visitor to VT. Well, nice site, anyway!

Greg said...

Thanks Robert. And the same back at you. Nice site. And nice state.

Andi said...

My sister goes to school in Portland; I drove her from our home in Denver to Oregon. We came in the north-west corner, drove south, crossed the mountains to the coast, drove north...I clearly remember the sere colors of the eastern portions of the state, those billowing hills in dun and sedge. Crossing to the coast, the lushness astonished me. Could've eaten the green of the trees, it was that substantial. Having grown up in Colorado, I'm very familiar with this startling effect. We say western slope peaches are the sweetest back home...

Greg said...

Andi, that sounds somewhat similar to my experience. I was in Portland on a business trip. My rental was this cool red Mustang convertible. I drove from Portland to the coast, then southwards, then back west to Eugene, and then up over the Cascades and that rainforest. I had to put the top up as I approached the pass. But then the sun came out and the desert hills began.