Posted on September 25, 2002 in Weather
The gulping fire that you read about in the news burns over the horizon from where I live. Mount Santiago plus about twenty miles blocks my view. Stiff winds carry the scent of smoke away from my nose. The heat is normal for this time of year.
Yesterday, I watched the fracturing of a lop-sided lenticular cloud while sipping my coffee at Tully’s. Today the clouds looked like the fluff that the cats pull from the rug or off their scratching post. Some great sky tiger scattered the stuff over the entire seaboard between the Peninsular Range and the sea. It brought the temperatures down slightly.
I ran into an elderly neighbor out walking around her condo building the other day. “Isn’t it hot?” she asked. I nodded and said that it was. “But this is normal,” she went on. “We always get these hot autumn days.” “Indian summer,” I said. “Yes,” and she walked over to the entrance pond to scowl at the algae that was growing because they’d turned the waterfalls off. I scratched my head and moseyed on. The evening was to be sultry as it would remain for several days following the Equinox.
They’ve closed the Angeles National Forest until the rains return. They might do the same for the Cleveland which is the one I can see from my balcony. I think it might be wise to do the same.
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