amounts

I am always surprised at the amount of rain that falls in Indianapolis. Yikes, didn't Bobby Goldsboro sing about this in some schlocky song? Points off for that thought.

The weather lady on tv this morning said that we have only had seven days in March that were completely dry. Which is appropriate for a place that was once wall-to-wall massive forests. Big trees need moisture.

An early 19th century settler wrote that his family traveled across the entire state and saw the sky only once at a small river bottom clearing north of what is now Indy. Those old forests had a massive tree canopy. The trees thrived in all the rain that fell between Lake Michigan and the Ohio River.

Our Indian tribes were woodland Indians. This wasn't the place of buffalo and prairies.

It was a killer for the early farmers, or for their small horses and oxen. Like overactive beavers, they got rid of the trees.

Now you can drive across the state and you would never guess what the place looked like two hundred years ago.