They Just Keep Going

Posted on December 16, 2004 in The Orange Weather

These winds, called Santa Anas, are barely felt down there. But if you’ve lived here a long time, like my friend George, you can sniff them from the flats. He knew they were there even though the leaves stayed on the ground and the sycamores along Glassell stood straight. George has lived in the OC all his life.

For all but five years, I’ve lived in California. When I’ve abided in the southern counties, I’ve always found myself athwart the paths of the gales. Tonight the Santa Anas ride the slopes like extreme snowboarders. They come to my little dead end street and just keep going: they jump over the concrete brick wall at the end and just keep going.