THE DARK SIDE OF GEO-THERMAL ENERGY

<br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">I left Camp Galilee on the shore of Tahoe Saturday afternoon headed East on 50. From Fallon to Austin is one of Nevada’s loveliest drives. The red sun was setting behind me, then I went over a summit, down the hill, and the sun was gone leaving a pink sky in my rearview mirror. Darkness fell, then rain showers. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">Arriving in Austin around 9 p.m. I booked my room in the Pony Canyon Motel as usual, brushing aside the desk clerk’s disclaimers “no air conditioning” etc. “I’ve been here before,” I assured him. I have. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">Then I sauntered downtown to find everything closed! Everything! The only establishment with its lights on in the whole town was the Chevron Station. Austin was disturbingly dead on a Saturday night.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sunday morning began with breakfast at the Toiyabe. Suzie the waitress has figured out I am not a tourist. I actually belong there, just occasionally. Then my time at St. George’s was great as always – Holy Eucharist plus a pregnant lady blessing afterward. The priest is going to be a grandma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">After the service, we had lunch at the Toiyabe (best Ortega Burger in the West) and I learned why the town was so dead. It seems there were bar fights in different bars on Thursday and Friday nights. Austin has three bars so it sounds like two were closed by the fights and the other must have closed in solidarity. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">As Rev. Darla, who also serves as the 9-1-1 Dispatcher, said, “”Austin has been stuck on a full moon for two years.” There has been one official knifing and there are rumors of an unofficial knifing. The bar where one of our church folks does his pastoral outreach is at odds with the bar where another spends some time. There was an altercation between a bar owner and a bartender involving law enforcement. What is going on ?!?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">There is actually a non-lunar explanation. It is the dark side of geo-thermal energy. For over a year, Austin was overwhelmed with well drillers and construction crews putting in a new geo-thermal plant – guys with quite a bit of money, way too much time on their hands, and no one to spend it with.  So they swept like locusts through the social milieu of Austin – then left. Things are still out of kilter. But St. George’s is there like a lighthouse. Austin will come to itself in awhile.  <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">I told the church folks I regretted not having arrived a night earlier so I could have attended the ruckus in the bar, feeling sure I could have been of some help, perhaps offering a pastoral intervention. They were not sure such an intervention would have been helpful. But I told them the story of how I had seen one Austin bartender go back to the kitchen, fetch a Bible, and fling it onto the bar appealing to Scripture to settle a dispute. They had not seen this side of him. But when I explained he was using the Bible to dissuade a patron from breast reduction surgery, they could imagine it. As I had wondered at the time, they wondered now what chapter and verse might address the cosmetic question. Indeed, the patron had asked this and the bartender told her she had to read the entire book. You can’t take verses out of context. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">The afternoon drive down the Big Smoky Valley was just as engaging as the drive from Fallon to Austin. It is a variable and compelling landscape. The gasoline at the only station in Carvers is more than 30 cents cheaper than the gas in Austin. Something odd in that I think. Austin is high. Carvers is not low.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">There was rain in the Valley yesterday. Several times I even had my wipers on high. Not the norm. But when I turned right on 6 and drove on into Tonopah, it was desert weather again. In downtown Beatty, I slowed from 25 to 20 to allow three burros cross the street. I don’t know if they were wild but they were certainly unattended. They reminded me a bit of Chevy Chase, Gene Wilder, and Martin Short in The Three Amigos. They looked amused by it all. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.0pt;">On through Cactus Springs and Indian Springs. Eventually the distinctive skyline of Las Vegas appeared in the distance and, as always, the closing words of Gilgamesh came to mind, “Lo, the walls of Uruk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>

THE DARK SIDE OF GEO-THERMAL ENERGY

I left Camp Galilee on the shore of Tahoe Saturday afternoon headed East on 50. From Fallon to Austin is one of Nevada’s loveliest drives. T...

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