I visited the Prince (Ontario) Wind Farm this week-end to get a close look at the wind turbines that we can see from the Michigan side of the St. Mary’s River. They jut above the trees, massive gray columns topped by slowly revolving propellers, each lit up at night by a red blinking light.
They should be an eyesore, particularly for those of us who prefer nature to be left alone. I’d probably have opposed their construction if given the opportunity. The Canadian horizon of gently undulating hills is no longer an uninterrupted view of northern wilderness. Now it’s more like the driveway across the road from me at Christmas when it’s transformed into a festive scene with giant blow-up balloon figures and lights strung helter skelter as far up the trees as a ladder can reach. I walk my dogs down the road at night to let them sniff and try to out-pee the owners’ dogs. The glow is so powerfully exuberant that I can’t help but laugh.
I feel the same sense of unexpected surprise and delight when I spot the wind turbines. By day they’re beautifully graceful and at night, a tasteful display of red Christmas lights blinking calmly and steadily at the bottom of the sky.
The road to the wind farm winds northwest out of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, passing through a forest for several miles. The turbines appear with startling unexpectedness … 30-story-tall towers rising sleekly above the trees. They're huge, quiet, unearthly … so unlikely in this setting, that they seem alien.
There are 126 of them. Their propellers sweep 148 acres of air. The gearbox and generator are housed in what looks like, from the ground, a smallish box where the props intersect. It’s actually the size of a bus. If conditions are perfect, each turbine can generate enough energy for 330 households.
I stood on the deserted road among the towering structures. The air was still. Snow lay on every branch and twig. High above me the propellers hummed, rotating smoothly, propelled by invisible wind. If I listened carefully I could hear what sounded like distant surf only more regular … a disturbance of the air by something powerful …whup, whup, whup. It felt hopeful, calming, like these giants had their strong arms out capturing an energy given us for free. Our environment is in danger and they were doing something about it in a new and less destructive way.
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