Feast Or Famine

Like most things in life, it seems that rarely events ever happen in moderation.  After a solid two weeks without rain on the golf course and temperatures consistently in the upper 80's and 90's, the course was getting pretty baked.  And then last night, as if nature was trying to play catch up, it rained 1.50" in what must have been only 30 minutes or so.

In an ideal world, the skies would release about .30" to .40" of rain every 4 days.  Just enough to saturate the ground, then give things a few days to dry out and firm up a bit.  Of course that never happens, but I can always be hopeful.  1.50" of rain every 14 days isn't exactly how we like to "irrigate", but beggers can't be choosers.  While the moisture was certainly very welcome, that much rain when it comes that fast doesn't saturate into our heavy silty clay soils in the Red River Valley very quickly, meaning quite a bit of that runs off and puddles. 

Of the 45 bunkers on the course, 38 of them looked like this.



Fortunately we have plenty of pumps.



It is going to be a few days before we can get all the bunkers put
back together and cleaned up.

 

The wind must not have been too bad with the storm, but enough to
warrant blowing off some fairways and greens before they were mowed.



Just lots of leaves and small branches down this time, almost....



While the 100 or so massive old cottonwoods managed to escape any

serious damage, amazingly we lost only this one tiny little evergreen

tree that broke in half....?



I am usually not surprised by what I find on the course after a storm, but
the exploded propane tank that was in the middle of the driving range
tee was a little bit of an odd find.