To the Editor,
I spent some time at the wind farm south of Highmore recently. The sky was blue, it was 65 degrees, hardly a cloud in the sky, and the breeze was light.
Since it was about one year ago that I lost one of my best friends in a plane, along with three other guys I knew, that crashed into a wind turbine at that very site, I decided to pull over alongside the road and take a moment to count my blessings and remember my friend Brent.
I rolled down my windows, shut the pickup off and leaned back in my seat. But instead of hearing peace and quiet, which I had expected, I heard wind turbines.
Two turbines had what looked like a manhole cover in the center that were unlatched, and every time the turbine made a revolution, the door would slam shut with a bang. And then there was the buzzing coming from the gear boxes and the swooshing sound coming from the blades. As I tried to reflect on the accident, I soon had little choice but to roll up my windows because there was no sense of peace. As I headed home, I couldn’t help but ask myself who would want these noisy eyesores near their home? Continue reading Wind farms put price tag on life
