Winds in the San Gabriel Mountains (Photo – Reg Green)
This is getting to be beyond a joke.
By Reg Green
A few days ago it was Mai Tais at poolside weather. Yesterday I wrote about the ten-tenths cloud in the mountains overlooking Pasadena.
But, at least, there wasn’t a breath of wind. Today (Monday) out hiking, a gale was blowing so strongly that in some places I could hardly make headway against it and the next moment, as I turned a bend in trail, I was blown along out of control. That was followed by periods of unnatural calm, made more supernatural by the unending roar on the ridge a few hundred feet higher up.
One of my friends in England, seduced by Hollywood tales, once asked, “Don’t you get bored by all those perfect days?” No, sir, I’m thinking as that memory comes back to me. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an average day, for once?
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