On a hot summer day, perhaps like the one you may be experiencing as you read this, Laura Ingalls Wilder and her husband, worried over several dry years that were scorching their Dakota Farm. She knew she could sow the seed, but God would have to provide the much needed water, and he just wasn’t doing that. She speculated that God had created a higher atmosphere around the earth that was full of moisture, just for the taking, and God had provided man with the brains to figure out how to tap that force. She had heard of a man in California named Charles Hatfield who supposedly had learned how to do just that, and wrote about him in a little column she wrote in May 1924.
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For two days we lived isolated on the mountain, with only a few daring to venture up the Yellow Grade Road while we were there. We soaked up as much loneliness, and old time atmosphere as we could, but sadly had to come back to the real world. The transition from a ghosttown on a mountaintop in the Inyos above Owens Valley caught between the 19th, 20th, and 21st century to the reality of the modern 21st century life in the foothills of the San Gabriels here in Los Angeles is always a hard one. I spend the morning unpacking, and getting settled back in again, but I always try to savor the sweet solitude that I had on the mountain for awhile longer as well.
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