President Trump and the Economics of Wind Power

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Call it synchronicity. Sometimes, in the chance meeting of two unrelated events, new understanding emerges. Such was the case with me recently.

Like many Americans, I traveled over the Christmas holidays. These travels found me with a long layover at the Dallas-Fort Worth (DFW) airport. Wandering the terminal to pass time, I came upon a wall plaque announcing that DFW had become a carbon neutral airport, indeed, the largest one in the world. Making it possible was its reliance on renewable energy sources, particularly electricity generated by Texas wind farms.

The other event was a 21 December 2019 speech delivered by President Trump to a conservative political organization in Florida. The President lashed out against "windmills" [1] and the "fumes" they release into the environment. He said [2] --

We’ll have an economy based on wind. I never understood wind. You know, I know windmills very much. I’ve studied it better than anybody. I know it’s very expensive. They’re made in China and Germany mostly — very few made here, almost none. But they’re manufactured tremendous — if you’re into this — tremendous fumes. Gases are spewing into the atmosphere. You know we have a world, right? So the world is tiny compared to the universe. So tremendous, tremendous amount of fumes and everything. You talk about the carbon footprint — fumes are spewing into the air. Right? Spewing. Whether it’s in China, Germany, it’s going into the air. It’s our air, their air, everything — right? So they make these things and then they put them up.

Uniting these two disparate events is the state of Texas. The Lone Star state is a politically conservative "red" state. It has been home of Republican Presidents George H.W. and George W. Bush, and it has deep roots in the oil and gas industry. And yet ... Texas leads all American states in installed wind power capacity. At 27,000 megawatts of capacity, Texas has power to keep the lights on at DFW, and much more. In a distant second place is Iowa at 9000 megawatts. Texas's involvement with wind power began in the early 2000s under then-Governor (now Secretary of Energy) Rick Perry. The state invested heavily in wind power, including some seven billion dollars spent on transmission lines to deliver the electric power.

How can this be? If wind power is "very expensive" as the President claims, then why would anyone -- most of all, Texas -- invest in it? Perhaps Texas is a fluke. But in third place among the states is Oklahoma, at 8000 megawatts capacity. And it too has an economy tied to oil and gas. It too is politically conservative. Of course, strong winds sweep North Texas and Western Oklahoma. But, I think, there is more to it than that. In reporting on DFW's carbon neutral status, The Dallas Morning News notes

Altogether, the airport says it has reduced its carbon emissions by 31,000 metric tons since 2010, with more than half of the savings coming from the switch to purchasing only renewable wind energy. At the same time, the airport's annual energy bill has fallen from $32 million in 2006 to just under $18 million in the most recent fiscal year.

The example of Texas proves the President wrong.  In wind power is money to be saved, and money to be made. Texans know it. And so do I. I found DFW to be comfortably heated, brightly lit, and as pleasant as an airport during the holidays can be. Kudos to Texas!

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Postscript

In a future post I hope to consider the "fumes" and "gases" the President spoke of. Presumably he meant greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide (CO₂), methane (CH₄), and water vapor (H₂0). These gases are natural products and essential components of Earth's atmosphere. Without them, earth's average surface temperature would be -18 C (0 F), rather than the current 15 C (59 F). Some greenhouse effect is evidently desirable, even necessary, for life to flourish. However, excess quantities of these gases is believed to be the primary cause of global warming. Crucial here is "excess" and how human activity contributes. The primary gas of concern is carbon dioxide, a byproduct of fossil fuel burning, like that I personally caused by my recent flights to and from DFW. Carbon dioxide concentration in our atmosphere has been steadily rising since the inception of the Industrial Revolution in the early 19th Century. So too have average global temperatures. Wind power -- like solar, hydro, and nuclear power -- emits negligible amounts of greenhouse gases. Surely the President must understand this. That he does not also articulate that is both a shame and a mystery.

Footnotes

1. I assume that by "windmills", the President actually means electricity-generating wind turbines, which, incidentally, was the subject of a recent post to this blog.

2. Because this transcript seems nonsensical, it is helpful also to watch the video of the speech. Whatever he meant to say, the President, through his gestures and tone of voice, communicates unmistakable enmity toward wind power.

Posted: 2019-12-26. Updated: 2019-12-26.

Land Beneath My Feet

Hiking the Quebradas Back Country east of Socorro, NM on 14 December 2019

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Land beneath my feet demands attention. Step upwards watching for the prickly cacti populating this arid country. Step downwards, gingerly, not putting too much weight on that potential stepping stone. Probe it first with your hiking pole. It crumbles at the slightest poke. Gypsum, I finally concluded. It's the stuff of dry wall, and it's all over this place. Cloaked by dark, mossy overgrowth, it is white and crusty, like a snow that's neither cold nor wet. Chunks of it crumble with little effort between my fingers. Pretty sure now of its identity -- plain old calcium sulfate -- I taste it. Not salty, not a trace of halite detected. How strange, I think, to find it here.

One of the advantages to being a beginner, as I am in geology, is the ease at which one is amazed. In my mind, "gypsum" immediately conjures images of White Sands National Monument. It is found in the Tularosa Basin 120 miles to the southeast. Its white sands are not the usual quartz sand but rather finely-powdered gypsum, blown by a steady westerly wind, from playa into the Monument's vast field of ever-shifting dunes.

Playa are flat lake beds thirsty dry much of the year. Lacking a natural outlet, playa water escapes by evaporation, abandoning its load of dissolved mineral solute as a crust of opaque, white gypsum and translucent crystals of selenite. Elsewhere in the American Southwest, other evaporite minerals, such as borax and trona, are found on vast, flat, desiccated lake beds. Searles Lake in California comes to mind. I remember my time there, the afternoon April sun becoming blinding in its reflecting off the crunchy white surface under foot.

Once this New Mexican land too must have been flat. Once. Long ago. Long, long enough ago for time's slow subsequent actions to accumulate, eventually altering the land and forming the rugged terrain over which I climb over now. By folding and faulting, lifting up and eroding down, moving by wind blowing, depositing by water flowing, and wasting by gravity falling, the landscape inevitably changes. "Once" might be 160 million years ago, in the middle Jurassic Period, that is, during the heydey of the dinosaurs, for, as geologists say, New Mexico was then submerged beneath a huge Lake Todilto [1]. Something -- but what? -- must changed the climate, making it drier and hotter, leaving Lake Todilto to shrink, shrivel, and disappear. Perhaps the gypsum here precipitated then.

By four miles in, of seven miles total, and my knees are feeling it, all of the stepping and zigzagging up, down, and around. We are hiking in the Quebradas back country roughly seven miles due east of Socorro, New Mexico. "Quebradas" is apt, for the word denotes a ravine, especially one formed by an arroyo. I wash down a couple of ibuprofen tablets with what water I have left. Of the dozen of us on this hike, I am one of the quiet ones. I want to read the landscape and understand its deep time history. Anyway, lacking both grandchildren soon to be born or even adult children recently married, I have little to contribute to conversations heard around me. My family history goes longer. My children are all adopted. They are elements of the Periodic Table born in the exploding death throes of ancient stars predating the birth, by hydrogen fusion ignition, of our own sun 4.6 billion years ago. From all of that sound and fury comes the calcium, the sulfur, and the oxygen composing this soft gypsum and the land beneath my feet.

Footnotes
1. Ancient Lake Todilto may have only covered what today is southern Colorado and northern New Mexico. If so, it would not explain gypsum deposition near Socorro. An alternative source of evaporative gypsum deposition is the disappearance of a vast sea covering southern New Mexico in the Permian Period, 286 to 245 million years ago. See Halka Chronic, Roadside Geology of New Mexico, 1987, pp. xiii, 28, 201,

posted: 2019-12-16, last edited: 2019-12-16

Red Mesa in the Distance

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"Energy is eternal delight." -- William Blake (1793)

I call it my engineering aesthetic. But because of it, others call me an apostate. After all, what's natural is always better than what's artificial. So I have been told. I must respond, and I do. In rebuttal I insist that we humans are naturally makers, inventors, and builders. Just look at children supplied with finger paints, construction paper, and paste. In short, human nature is nature. But there's no use arguing any further. Suffice it to say there are particular products of human artifice delighting me. In such joy, I rest my case.

Prowling the western horizon with binoculars first suggested them, but these summer sightings were not yet definitive. That would wait for a clear winter's day, a western wind steadily blowing, and a willingness to shiver a bit watching from my third floor balcony.

Earlier this week, that day arrived.

Unintentionally, I caught sight of them. Out on my balcony I had merely sought to assess the weather and determine how I warmly I might dress. To my unaided eyes, they appeared to be white whiskers of winter frost. These whiskers seemed to sprout from land, desiccated and scrubby, stretching far, far beyond human habitation. I sought my Celestron 8 x 56 binoculars and looked again.

Holding the binoculars steady, I must have seen 15, or so, wind mills, winding the western wind, somersaulting slowly and steadily, twisting counterclockwise. Like pinwheels of childhood, spinning spryly in the spring breeze, they delight. Remembering, I smile still.

Actually, "wind turbines" is more correct. As later research revealed, these monumental three-bladed beasts can crank out 1.6 megawatts each! Megawatts! I would have guessed a few hundred kilowatts at most. They are not what they seem. Originally, I estimated them to be much smaller, and far closer. Yet my web searches using keywords "Albuquerque wind farms" turned up nothing. How could that be? Because their home, I discovered, the Red Mesa Wind Farm, is 48 miles due west. How then am I seeing them from that distance? Because each of them is 270 feet in diameter with a central hub 262 feet above the ground. Giants, graceful giants, 64 in total, turning in the breeze atop a mesa at an 8000 foot elevation. I lack the telephoto lens and tripod needed to photograph them. In lieu of that, I offer a satellite view of three of them.

Satellite view (via Google Earth) of Red Mesa Wind Farm, 

Cibola County, New Mexico, 35.261 N, 107.376 W. 

"But they kill birds." (So, too, do your cats.) "Not in my backyard! I might see them from my hot tub." (Heated how? By electricity? Generated how?)

We both agree, don't we, that the earth's climate is changing, and not in a good way? We need energy, as always, and new sources that do not put carbon into the air. Here then, in the distance, is a part of the answer. Were I a better writer I might more fully express what I see and what I feel: hope, elegance too, and a new spring, a rebirth of possibility. Percy Shelley expresses it well, in the closing words of his "Ode to the West Wind"  --

Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened Earth

The trumpet of prophecy! O Wind
If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

posted: 2019-12-09, last edited: 2019-12-09

Field Notes: On watching the International Space Station pass overhead

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"Where is it?" I looked again at my wristwatch with exasperation. I read 5:25 pm. "It should be well above the southwestern horizon by now." With sunset only 30 minutes earlier, dusk had not yet yielded to night. Could it be that the International Space Station (ISS) was washed out by residual daylight? "No. That cannot not be!" I was arguing with myself again.

In the clear sky, Venus and Jupiter were already visible, two points bright against a darkening indigo sky. This pair of planets hovered over the silhouettes of countless roofs and buildings marking the horizon. ISS ought be bright as well. With a predicted magnitude [1] of -3.5, it should rival Venus. Again, where was it?

That morning's Albuquerque Journal had briefly mentioned the ISS visit beneath the weather forecast. 5:26 pm -- another minute had passed on a watch I assiduously keep accurate. "Am I the only one in this city looking for it, and not seeing it?" Linus in the pumpkin patch on Halloween came to mind. He was waiting to witness the Great Pumpkin. It never appeared. Strange, isn't it, how childhood comic strip characters like Linus endure?

How close Venus and Jupiter were! Mating perhaps. Jupiter did have many women, goddesses and mortals alike. Extended at arm's length, my fist alone could cover both planets offering the Olympian pair some modesty. Here then was my consolation prize: seeing Venus and Jupiter nearly conjoined.

And, suddenly, there it was: a pinpoint of pure white light slowly, steadily ascending over the parental pair of planets.

Emerging from between
conjugal Venus and Jupiter
into nightfall.

Or, could it be something else, a false alarm, a plane for instance? But no vapor trail did I spot, no dull distant roar of a jet engine did I hear, nor any trace of a high flying aircraft's lights, flashing once or twice per second. This had to be it, the space station. In its predicted path, it would traverse the dome of the sky, passing directly overhead at its halfway point. Would it?

Saturday, 23 November 2019, promised a pass of the space station directly over my home of Albuquerque. Moving at 7.7 km / sec (17,200 mph) at an altitude of 410 km (255 miles), the ISS would rise in the southwest and set in the northeast. In its five minutes of visibility, ISS would travel from northern Mexico to southern Kansas. Though a mere speck seen in the sky, ISS is actually quite impressive, 51 by 109 meters in size and 420,000 kilograms in mass. Add to that the reflectivity of its solar panels and Venus, usually the brightest object in a moonless sky, now has serious competition.

Three or four minutes after I spotted it, the ISS bid me farewell and finally faded into invisibility above the Sandia Mountains.

Rising, soon receding,
rounding the world in just
ninety-three minutes.

I thought of the French author Jules Verne. Late in the 19th Century, he wrote a science fiction novel Around the World in 80 Days. Yes, eighty days. ISS does it in 93 minutes, again, and again, and again, freely moving without need for propulsion [2], kept aloft by balancing gravitational and centripetal forces.

This Linus -- me -- had, at long last, glimpsed his Great Pumpkin.

Footnotes

1. Magnitude is a measure of relative brightness as perceived by the human eye. A value of negative 3.5 for the ISS is very bright for night time, though not bright enough to be seen during the day. Location-specific predictions of the ISS's magnitude and flight path can be generated at the Heavens Above website.

2. Some propulsion is occasionally needed to correct for orbital decay (of about 2 km per month).

posted: 2019-12-01, last edited: 2019-12-01