Welcome to the Northern California mountains, the place where surfboards are replaced by snowboards every fall about this time.
|Sander's house in Camp Connell|
Brrr.... Donde esta mi flip-flops?
In anticipation of that sojourn south, we spent part of Saturday at our down-sized storage unit, shifting clothes and getting ready for several upcoming trips.
But the storm also suggested that we should not try to drive up into the mountains to the town of Arnold, where a fiesta will be held Monday night for amigos Randy and Karin. They sold their mountain home and are headed to Santa Fe, New Mexico. We will also see them in Mexico this winter - they own a prime lot in Arroyo Seco, two blocks from the Pink Flamingo.
And there will not be any snow on the ground there. Dust? Of course.
California being California, the rain seems to have passed and the sun is out bright this morning, a harbinger of a sunny day perhaps. The thermometer is not having none of that, however. It seems to be stuck at just above 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Here, that seems damn cold. In Hector, New York, it would close to balmy.
Somewhere else, though (like Mexico) the surf's up and ready.
|World's biggest surfboard|