Wait, in Alaska?
Courtesy of NPR:
Residents are desperately trying to conserve water in the Native village of Nanwalek, located on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula south of Anchorage. The village, home to the Sugpiaq tribe, is currently in a severe drought.
Nina Kvasnikoff’s family is eating off paper plates, collecting water from the ocean to flush toilets and washing themselves with sponges.
“It doesn’t feel like you’re clean. You feel like you’re just splattering a little bit of water,” she says.
Last month, Nanwalek officials started shutting the water off for 12 hours every night, and the state has issued a “boil water” notice. But recently, Kvasnikoff decided she had had enough of the extreme conservation. She and her family jumped on an airplane to the nearest city for a break.
“So that’s a lot of money to do that, but you do what you have to do,” she says.
Kvasnikoff says that she grew up without running water but that at least back then, fresh water felt plentiful. Not so, anymore.
Okay I have a confession to make.
All of these years I have believed that Alaska would weather the climate crisis better than just about every other place on earth.
And I thought that mostly because of our seemingly unending supply of water.
In fact just a few years ago they were talking about building a fresh water pipline to California to solve their water crisis.
My main concern about the effect that climate change would have on Alaska is that people would flock up here when it became too hot to live anywhere else and use up all of our natural resoures.
And if that makes me sound like a smug prick, well that’s because I am essentially a smug prick.
But now we are drying up so not only do I not want any new people coming up here, I want to kick out all of the latecomers who traveled up here to make money on the pipeline and stayed because they had managed to convert part of the state into an ice covered hillbilly holler with the additional incentive of an oil money dividend coming to them once a year.
If I have to die of thirst in the middle of Spenard I at least don’t want to die while surrounded by a bunch of Southern fried dipshits.