Letter: When is it too late?

Sometimes when you are in the eye of a hurricane, the breeze is gentle. Miles away, the storm crushes buildings and uproots trees.In our town, in the gentle desert, it’s like that with only memories of damage humans have done to the land, like the Willard town flood in the year before my birth. That flood in 1932 forever changed my grandmother’s farm. Arising from deforestation around Willard Peak, heavy rain sent mud and boulders down steep mountain slopes, covering her part of town