February 17, 2019, Banning-
It was a fairly pleasant morning and early afternoon on the Orange County coast, with stops at San Clemente and Dana Point. The first was to check out the beach and surf, after noting, from the highway, that the beach further down, in San Onofre, was cluttered with organic debris.
San Clemente Beach was occupied by a few True Believers, and was just barely safe for them to try surfing. The outing lasted for less than ten minutes, though, as the boogie boarders observed a pretty strong undertow.
A TV News reporter, at Ocean Beach, in San Diego, reported that “The sea is agitated”. True enough, when recognizing that the planet, and its components, are living entities and that there are consequences to mistreatment.
I later had a nice lunch, at Harpoon Henry’s, in Dana Point, with a long-time friend. During our wide-ranging conversation, her lifetime of watching the changes in southern California’s climate revealed just how disconcerting the increasing dryness is, on the ground. I have a number of friends in southern California and have long watched, with alacrity, the effects of drought on the region. Lake Cachuma, near Santa Barbara, her home town, has been a focal point of her watch, as it provides for much of Santa Barbara’s water supply. Its ups and downs have been a concern of mine, as well as the levels in nearby Lake Casitas-and Lake Mead, for that matter.
After bidding her farewell, I made an easy drive on Hwy. 76 to I-215 and Murrieta, where another friend and her family welcomed me for a catch-up session. Come to find out, their extended family members are the owners and operators of Outlaw Donuts, one of my favourite spots in Prescott. One of the gratifying things of my life has long been that, no matter the outside temperature, or the circumstances of the world, I can go just about anywhere and find a friend with whom to pass the time- and that there are often few degrees of separation between one friend and another.
It’s chilling, and quite gloomy, weather-wise, in this town at the base of the San Jacinto range, but this room at Sunset Motel is toasty and I will get a warm welcome tomorrow morning, at Gramma’s Country Kitchen-which I’ve visited several times, over these past eight years. The drive back to Home Base ought to be interesting: Eight inches of snow are reported on Prescott’s west side.
I know there are no frozen hearts in my life, though.