Climate Change? Nahhh ...

I'm glad I'll be gone before things get really bad, although it's accelerating far faster than we thought possible. For those who think this is probably just some BS meme from Facebook:

New Law in North Carolina Bans Latest Scientific Predictions of Sea-Level Rise

 

With my luck, I'll get to see the whole damned mess. At this point, I feel the only thing I can do before I turn out the lights and lock the door behind me is try to prepare young'uns by getting them hooked on science.

 

That and move to high ground with a good water supply and without as many as possible of the current various climate extremes that have already begun. You and I are ok on that front, I guess. I really feel for the people in California, Nevada, Arizona and the like, let alone the desert areas of Africa and the hundreds of millions in India who depend on the rapidly melting Himalayan snowpack for water.

Food and water resource wars are going to become a real thing, and we really have not seen anti-immigration blow up quite yet. What's happening now is largely politically based, which is nothing compared to the exodus that will happen when there is not enough food and water for entire populations.

 

Hurricane Zone Predicted to Expand, Raising Threat to Major Cities

 

Sandy was so freakish because instead of recurving out to sea, it took a hard Leroy and slammed the Jersey Shore at full force. I don't know if climate change would make those conditions less or more common. Of course, stronger hurricanes mean stronger inland remnants, so there's that.

 

When I was a kid, I had a retired great aunt and uncle who were legit snowbirds. They'd load up their camper about the first of December and go live in a park in central Florida until the end of March.
I always had some thought of "that's an odd thing to do."
This morning, at 50 and having run the last four mornings with the temps in the teens, standing in the shower with my joints very unhappy with me, I totally go it. There might have even been one of those cartoon lightbulbs pop up over my head.

 

I figure I'd really love Montana about three or four months out of the year.

 

I've mentioned this before, but I have a friend building a house in and moving to Kalispell, Montana. More than once I've asked him, "Are you insane?"

 

Winter is for the young