Weathering the past weekend
You should always keep in mind that when Californians bitch about weather, we don’t know what the hell we’re talking about. We get some rain and wind, and you’d think, the way a lot of us talk, biblical prophecy was coming true. And of course, to judge by what you see in the media whenever anything happens in the Golden State, you’d think all of us were frickin’ immersed in water and snow right now. Well, our little coastal burg got quite a few inches of rain this past weekend — more than some folks, a whole lot less than others — and yeah, the high winds and high surf were a pain in the butt. But the drought still ain’t over. And that’s what counts. Deb and I weathered the, uh, weather.
In fact, very very early Saturday morning, despite the storms and media fear-mongering, we packed up two dogs (our own and one we were dog-sitting) and trekked 200 miles across Damnation Alley (CA-41) to