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Off to the market

Yesterday's adventure at the driving range was, I must say, pretty satisfying. I haven't hit a golf ball in years. The last time occured at the Dos Rios course in Gunnison, when Ron's uncle Ellery came to visit. That was the fall of 2001 I think. Ellery was 84 at the time and kicked our buts. So imagine my delight when the first ball I hit went 200 yards and dead straight. Of course, I hit a few clunkers, a couple of slices and a few more hooks also, but for the most part, I was stiking 'em pretty well for being so rusty. The Hilo municipal golf course is the best bargain around. For $40 you can play unlimited golf for a month. Or, if you just want to play one round, I think it's a whopping $15 for Kama'aina and $27 for visitors.
Today I'm headed for the Puna market. I'll take the camera, so tune in the next few days to see a photo. It's actually not raining right this very moment. Instead, it's hot and humid. But it's better than rain. I limed and fertilized all the planted fruit trees and if the weather cooperates for one more day, I'll plant the remaining trees tomorrow. I've got a clove, a cinnamon, a star fruit and a dwarf banana left to get out of their bags and into the ground.
The pooches are sacked out. They lasted about 10 minutes outside with me before wanting to come back in and lay in front of fans. It's not that hot, really, but they are unaccustomed to the humidity.
I did a little research on rainfall totals around the country, just to get a bead on how much we get as compared to other places. Tillamook County, Oregon, renowned for both it's cheese and it's rainfall, located along the western flanks of the Coast Range, gets an average of 88 inches per year. That's wet. Seattle, also known as a pretty rainy place, get's close to 40 inches. Eugene, Oregon - nearly 50 inches. Miami gets 50 inches also. Los Angeles- 13 inches. Mountain View, Hawaii - 168 inches! So there you have it. If you are a mold spore, you will love it here!
Meanwhile, they're talking draught again back in my old home town of Gunnison, Colorado. One rancher has already placed a call on junior water users there to be sure he has enough to irrigate his pasture. Even though they received a lot of early winter snow, the late winter was dry and the runnoff is happening a little too fast with an exceptionally warm and windy spring.
Well alrighty then. I'll let ya'all know how good the Puna market is. Until then, Aloha!

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