Jonathan Thompson
Editor in Chief
Monday dawned sunny here in Western Colorado. Emerald carpets of new grass are overtaking the mud in the pastures, and new calves frolic in early morning sunshine. But underneath it all lay doom and gloom. In April, the next phase of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change report is due out. Apparently, someone couldn’t wait to let the bad news out of the bag and ruin a perfectly good March morning. Portions of the draft were leaked to the NY Times and others, and they say something like this: Within a few decades water shortages will be widespread, millions will be flooded out of their homes, pests and disease will ravage the earth and…well…you get the picture.
I tried to cheer myself with the fact that the March scene outside will happen earlier around here. And that the knee deep slush I experienced last weekend in Silverton, Colo., up at 9,300 feet, will be a January-only phenomenon by 2020. Then, into my email box popped a press release announcing a marvelous new service: Climate Appraisal Services, LLC. Go to the website, enter any address you like, and receive “low-cost assessments of climate and environmental risks at any address in the continental United States.” I figured maybe it would give me some good news.
The company — a partnership between the University of Arizona and private entrepreneurs — says its mission is to educate the public, which I’m sure it will do. But consider the other implications of such a service: Real-estate agents can use it to market “climate-change resistant” properties, and individuals and companies can use it to decide where and when to relocate. Those who are mobile (the wealthy) can move away from the most heavily-impacted areas. And real estate values in relatively water-rich, fertile valleys like this one will continue to increase. And, based on the information in the appraisal, people might start selling futures of the Silverton slush, sure to become a valuable commodity in a warming world.
I tried the free sample report, and must admit that it cheered me up, for a moment: My home will not be adversely affected by shoreline reduction. I was too cheap, and scared, to pay the $30 required to get the drought and fire, insect or disease report. Which is probably just fine. I’m kind of enjoying the sunny mood of the day.
Meanwhile, southern Californians don’t need a climate appraisal to let them know they’re on the bad end of the climate change equation: Fire season arrived early this year. The outlook, as the headline reads, is bleak.