sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Sunday, January 31, 2016

A Local Crisis

Photo of the back yard. Note moisture.
It's not really that much of a crisis. In Southern California, crisis can best be defined by temperatures below 60 at night and any measurable amount of rain. Since the local news is defining it as a winter storm crisis, I thought that it might be worth blogging about. You will note that in the photo (right) a battle lantern has been laid out on the table.

If the chairs are wet, how can I bar-b-que my steak and enjoy it there in nature? Ok, the more that I think of it, the more that it's turning into a crisis. We will convert the filet into stew meat and will eat soup at the hacienda tonight (since nobody in SoCal goes out in the rain unless they are pressed to). Here, the freeways turn into parking lots, much as one would expect from a zombie apocalypse, except that there are no zombies afoot -- that I know of. There are Muslims, but they seem to be staying in.

If it rains like this next weekend, the outdoor BBQ Super Bowl party will
be placed in jeopardy. I wonder if we would qualify for Federal Disaster
funding through FEMA? Note, the wind knocked a pool chair over.
Some of you are asking yourselves whether or not I've gone off my rocker. I assure you that I have, but that's beside the point. People in Southern California are looking for your pity that we must deal with rain.

There are many differences between living in the city and living in the country. One of them is mud. Even if I go out now, in the rain (and naturally it would be brave of me to do so), I'd just be walking on concrete pavement, an asphalt street or grass. No mud. No need for mud rooms in a home. Winter clothes are the same as non-winter clothes here.

It's a day to stay in, write creatively and make warm soup.


Sunday Sermonette

It's important to take the road less traveled from time to time.

Sometimes it's smooth sailing and then sometimes you get stuck. It's a metaphor for life (thus the sermonette). It's always good to have recovery gear to get out of the mess you put yourself into. It's also nice to have friends help pull you out. But sometimes you're on your own.


Sometimes, despite my best efforts, the rig sinks in mud and the laws of physics take hold. This is the Virgin River near Kanab, Utah and things were going so well until I learned the hard way that the river went underground this time of year. This recovery required substantial winching (attached to cottonwood trees off photo to the observer's right. It doesn't look that stuck but on the other side of the rig, the door touched the mud.




There are also times when you drive across a "dry" lake bed and should
go down to the axels and get stuck but by some miracle, you don't.


A photo taken of me taking a photo.