Walking in the peaceful hills with my dog and seeing the snow guns across the valley starting to bombard River Run in preparation for the opening of the ski season at Thanksgiving, a troubling thought crossed my mind: We successfully (and correctly) prevented a polluting coal-fired power plant from being built in Idaho and hopefully will continue to combat such environmental atrocities in the future. But from where is the vast amount of energy supposed to come needed to blanket Baldy with artificial snow, today and into the climatically uncertain future? Could not our second-homers and vacationers, who mostly live in hectic and stressful cities, enjoy the peace and tranquility and winter sunshine and all our valley has to offer, and wait—as our parents and grandparents did—for natural snow to fall from the sky? Or does financial profit rule, and has instant gratification become the law of the land?
I suppose I already know the answer to those questions.