Dude, the "captives" as you put it love me, rush to the gate to see me they do.
I bring the freakin' groceries you know!
No pines to speak of down here on the flats. Folks homesteads and stuff where they've been planted. We're being overrun by juniper though. Water thirsty fuggers, take up space in the sagebrush/grassland. And we are considered a "high desert", I think we average about 12" moisture a year, a good portion of it snow we get in the winter. The pines start for good about 700' higher than us in elevation. Those Warner Mountains in the last pic go up to just shy of 10K', 9892' according to the map on the wall here. Actually some alpine habitat up there.
Not sure how old this starter is, a year or more I think. Two jars of it in the fridge in case one goes bad. Longer it goes, the sourer it gets.
We love our "keeds" too. We'd even love them if they were those dang bleck labs.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
