Yesterday I finally threw the switch and put my lithium iron batteries online. It shouldn't have taken as long as it did but I was going slow, ordering bits and pieces that I needed for the project and even working on other projects.
it wasn't all that complicated and I could've finished a lot earlier but I found myself unnecessarily delaying the completion of the project for no other reason than the fear of watching thousands of dollars worth of batteries and possibly the Arctic Fox go up in a giant mushroom cloud of black smoke.
But fortunately when I hooked it all together, held my breath, and through the switch, nothing happened that wasn't supposed to happen, Lights twinkled on, my solar panels started charging the new batteries, and I breathed a sigh of great relief.
It was a little weird last night sleeping right on top of 400 amps of DC power and not having to worry about toxic fumes, having them burst into flames, or suddenly explode... Well maybe just a little worry.
As a way of christening my new battery system I got out my jug of distilled water that I used for my old batteries and after saying a few words to commemorate the occasion I ceremoniously dumped it on the ground.
My four old 6 Volt batteries still reside in an ice chest in the front storage compartment where they've been since they were new, and are awaiting their final disposition. I'm not sure what to do with them, their heavy, their full of acid, and don't have much of any value, but I sure need to get them out of the Arctic Fox.
I thought I was going to take them back to Flagstaff to Northern Arizona Wind and Solar and get my core charge back. But when I called them the other day they told me they don't charge anyone a core charge so there's no reason for me to take them back there. I checked on metal recycling places but there's none near me so that's out. Maybe I'll just set them out beside the road and somebody will take them. Or better yet, I'll leave the batteries in the ice chest and set the ice chest out next to the road with a sign that says.... free cold beer.
There was supposed to be a butterfly in this picture, but it flew away
I noticed that there was a lot of butterflies in the yard today so I took a few pictures and then looked them up on the Internet.
I found out their named Painted Lady butterflies, and their on their annual migration from California to Mexico. Coming through Colorado seems like a long way to get to Mexico but I guess they know what they're doing.
It kind of reminded me that soon I'll be heading south, not as far as the Painted Ladies are going, since I won't be crossing the border, but southern Arizona looks like it will be my home for the winter.
The mountains have gotten several snow falls lately and its cold enough up there that some of the ski areas are already making snow. the other day the snow came all the way down to the 8000 foot level but it will probably be late October before snow gets down to Denver, and by then I should be toasting my toes in someplace warm.
Painted Lady butterfly getting a snack on the way to Mexico
Just like me the roses in the flower garden have more past than future and look more like old lace than velvet.
It looks like Fall has come to Denver. A few leaves are changing but mostly it's the chill in the air. We still have a lot of warm days ahead with highs in the 70s but because of the 40s at night it will be a lot cooler than it's been.
When the high temperature for the day in Denver is forecast to be 75 that means that it's going to be 75 for an hour or two, but before and after that its probably going to be in the 60s.
I remember in the South when the high temperature was supposed to be 85 degrees it would be about 85 degrees for most of the day. But the mountains are different, temperatures can vary widely during the course of the day and Fall is a good time to watch that happen.
Fall was always my favorite time of year when I lived in the mountains. The Aspen trees would be turning yellow, the temperatures would be bracing, and the humidity would be so low that even at 40 degrees I only needed a long sleeve shirt to stay comfortable.
When I heated my home with wood Fall was the time when I had to get serious about the size of my woodpile. I would burn anywhere from 4 to 6 cords of wood a winter and every stick of it I had to cut with a chainsaw and split by hand.
I never liked splitting wood, and even today count that as one of the many reasons my back gives me so much trouble. I didn't much mind cutting the trees or sawing the pieces to the size blocks that would fit in my wood stoves, but I sho nuff hated splitting those blocks.
I would usually spend a couple of hours splitting wood after I came home from work. Splitting wood with a splitting maul is tiresome work so I tried to do it a little bit at a time. after work was the only time I had available because my weekends were usually spent cutting the trees.
So when the leaves are changing and there's a chill in the air I think back to the good times I had in the Fall like walking through an Aspen Grove with a couple of inches of snow on the ground and the sun shining through the yellow leaves and sparkling on the snow like diamonds. Or walking through the dark timber following Elk tracks in the snow during the Fall hunting season.
But sometimes if I'm not paying attention my mind will slither back to a time when I would be standing in a foot of snow swinging a splitting maul at the few remaining blocks of wood that were still round thinking to myself how nice it would be if I was well-off enough to buy a hydraulic wood splitter so that I didn't have to do this every afternoon, not realizing at the time that if you're well-off you don't have to heat your house with wood.
The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder, and the roses are in their final days.