Since we moved to Auburn in 2001, the average annual
rainfall at our place has been a shade under 30 inches. In the 2011 “rain year”
(which we measured from July 1, 2010, through June 30, 2011), we received just
over 45 inches. In the subsequent 5 years (2012-2016), our average
precipitation was 26.77” (which includes a slightly above average 2016 rain
year). In addition to recording these rain year averages, we also track a
rolling 12-month rainfall total – which helps us anticipate emerging drought
conditions. Remarkably, from February 1, 2013, through January 31, 2014, our
12-month total was just 9.92 inches. As I recall, from early December 2013
through late January 2014, we went nearly 60 days without precipitation. While
it did finally rain in 2014, January 2015 was the driest on record – just 0.01
inches of rain fell in Auburn. According to many accounts, this was the driest
period in California in the last 500 years. And it was one of the most
significant natural events in my lifetime.
This rainy season, we’ve received more than 35 inches of
rain since October 1. We’ve measured more rainfall this January (14.53 inches
so far) than we measured from February 1, 2013, through January 31, 2014 –
indeed, more than we’ve ever measured in one month since we’ve lived in Auburn.
From a forage perspective (I am a sheep rancher who depends on grass, after
all), we’re seeing grass like we’ve never seen at this time of year. And yet….
And yet, I’m not quite willing to drive the last nail in the
coffin of our 500-year drought. This year has been amazing; who knows what next
year will bring. I suspect that many of us whose livelihoods depend (at least
in part) on what Mother Nature provides aren’t quite willing to say that this
drought is over.
This drought has been transformative in many ways. In 2011,
I was still trying to make my living from raising sheep. In addition to
managing our own flock of about 250 ewes and selling lamb each Saturday at the
Auburn Farmers Market, I worked with Prescriptive Livestock Services and Star
Creek Land Stewards to manage a number of targeted grazing contracts in western
Placer County. In April 2011, a downpour over Lincoln forced us to try to swim
a group of 600 goats across a rain-swollen creek – we ultimately had to wait
for the water to go down the next day before getting the goats across the
stream. 2011 was a wet year.
Fast forward to January 2017. If I count our replacement ewe
lambs (which will be bred to lamb next year), we have 75 head of sheep. I work
full-time as a rangeland researcher at UC Davis – and I’ll complete an online
master’s degree from Colorado State University in May. We no longer
direct-market any lamb. The natural world still shows signs of drought, as well - from the vast acreage of dead ponderosa pines in the Sierra forests to the oak trees that have fallen in this month's storms.
These life changes are all related – at least
indirectly – to the drought. Our oldest daughter, Lara, was 14 years old when
the drought began – today, she’s halfway through her first year of college at
Montana State. Emma, our youngest, was just 8 when the drought hit – she’s
lived with drought for a third of her life. I can’t help but think the drought
has shaped their lives, as well.
The drought has made me more cautious, I think. I’d like to
build up our sheep numbers again, but I want to make sure this wet year isn’t
the exception in a more prolonged dry period. Selling sheep was painful, which
makes increasing our flock feel risky. And I enjoy my current work immensely –
having always been curious by nature, I’m finding that I enjoy research. But
there are still times when I look at our little flock of sheep and feel a sense
of sadness about what might have been had the drought not come.
In the early spring of 2014, I helped some colleagues launch
a SoundCloud site called “Voices from the Drought.” The site features audio
recordings from farmers and ranchers throughout California. This afternoon, I
listened to the recording I posted to the site in February 2014. At the end of
the recording, I said, “What I hope they [my daughters] remember about the
drought and our response to it are a couple of things. I hope they remember
that they remember that our number one concern was for the health of our land,
that we sold sheep so that we could take care of our land through the drought
rather than try to make it through with the sheep that we had. The second thing
I hope they remember is that we held on. That we were tenacious about it – that
we stayed in the sheep business through this dry period. I hope that they take
that away and learn something about persistence and hard work through it.” We’ve
stayed in the sheep business, albeit at a much smaller scale – and our land, I
think, has come through the drought in decent condition.
As I’ve written previously, drought is unlike any other
weather phenomenon I’ve experienced. When the rain stops, you know the storm is
over – but you don’t know when a drought is over until well after the rain has
returned. Don’t get me wrong – I’m thrilled about the moisture and the grass we
have in late January 2017. And I’m ecstatic about the amount of snow we have in
the Sierra. But I can’t quite bring myself to say the drought is over.
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