Took the husband to Lake Shasta for a campout. We were supposed to be right on the lake.
Well, we were right on a cliff, with the lake a long, long way down and just a little pond by comparison.
We're in the Pacific Flyway and everyone is jittery about what the birds will do. They haven't nearly the usual amount of rice fields/wetlands available to them this year. Usually have a quarter millions acres of rice fields for them, this year we might have about 50,ooo. And it's a bigger than usual migration this year, the sky is constantly abuzz with snow geese in the evenings.
It will be alright. California's usual condition is drought, and it seems we've had a wet several decades. Of course, people planned and built for that weather so.
I can tell you it rained Monday. My son played in it, something he hasn't been able to do in three years. The baby is one, and she has seen rain twice in her life, Monday's being the first remarkable one. The water company sends out nastygrams and threats all the time but overwaters the parks to the point they are mud while cattle starve.
And too, there are far more jerks setting fires now than there were in centuries previous, I imagine. That's been fabulous.