Still, the drought inevitably invades their lives. I'm dying for rain. We have burn pits that are getting too high. Everybody's afraid to do that. We can't have campfires at night.
Tough times breed compassion.
She said she fills up on fresh water at MacRae's. The Byrds do, too. While landlocked residents struggle with browning lawns and water restrictions, river folk like the Kemps and the Byrds seem comfortable with their surroundings. Nobody is going anywhere. I mean, I have everything I want out here.