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Posted on 12/03/2017 8:25:12 AM PST by BenLurkin
Forecasters cautioned that it could be the strongest and longest Santa Ana wind event so far this season, with winds as high as 50 to 70 miles per hour and guests as strong as 80 mph in the mountains.
The dry and windy conditions are expected to last through at least Thursday. Carol Smith, a meteorologist with the National Weather Service, said that people should be especially careful to avoid setting off any kind of spark.
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I love when the Santa Anas come. It can be 80 degrees at Christmas and I’m running around in capris and flip flops.
I'll take hurricanes and blizzards and leave the earthquakes,brush fires and "dial 2 for English" to others.
And BTW...Christmas is for woolen hats and snow,not flip flops! :-)
Grew up there.
We had fun in the Santa Anna winds.
Our street was hill.
We nailed skates to an underside of a sheet of plywood.
Then we’d collect tumbleweeds and tie them together into a giant bundle.
Then we’d connect a long rope from that bundle to our “street-sail-boat”, so it could act like a sail.
When the Santa Anna wind was blowing hard, a bunch of us would go “sailing” down our street.
Of course, our house lost the covering on the roof a number of years, but as kids you don’t think of “little” things like that.
The tumble weeds lost out to housing developments, and we outgrew the “street sailing”.
I love when the Santa Anas come. It can be 80 degrees at Christmas and I’m running around in capris and flip flops.
I was in flip flops and summer sundress yesterday but I hate Santa Ana’s. They give everyone in my family headaches. The hot dryness feels creepy. I want rain and sweater weather. I am sick of 80 degrees. I’m sick of dead grass and ugly brown hills. Rainy season used to start around November and we don’t ever see rain in Nov any more, not even in Dec.
“I love when the Santa Anas come. It can be 80 degrees at Christmas and I’m running around in capris and flip flops.”
I remember Santa Anna winds that sometimes were warm, but sometimes were cold, very cold.
I do remember Christmas weather when we wore shorts, but I don’t remember having Santa Anna winds during most Christmases.
Capris and Flip flops!
Have a Fire Extinguisher close by!
I was terrified of tumbleweeds when I was little. They would follow me down the hills and repeatedly slam into me with all their little sharp prickles. Now I find them a marvelously inspired way to spread their seed!
Snow for you, not for me. I don’t do snow. I love the ocean, palm trees, and warm weather all year long.
i will be posting updates on conditions and any major fires here
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“...Our street was hill.
We nailed skates to an underside of a sheet of plywood. ...”
No wood to nail ‘em to for us...
Mats were put on two roller skates, each person sat on a skate, and linked arms and legs with the other person...
Rolled downhill, and at the curve, yelled “lean!”, and we got there ... somehow in one piece.
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This is nothing new.
One of the things I missed most about the midwest when I lived in LA for years - the seasons! Christmas lights on palm trees and watching football in “sports” bars on the beach never cut it.
We even used to make “forts” out of tumble weeds, with opposing sides across some open area, and then have “wars” lobbing dirt clods over the walls of the “forts” at the opposing side. The “war” would end when we’d run out of dirt clods, and we’d be off to make up something else for play. “Toys” were mostly things we created for play with whatever we had that we could use. I was a teen before I had my first bike that was not made from parts we scavenged from discarded bikes.
It seemed quite natural, as we could not have snowball fights (which we did upstate New York) as snowballs are seldom available (other than in the mountains) in Southern California.
It used to rain though, a lot. The hill in our backyard would become a mud slide. So we could get cardboard and make mud sleds. I was a bit of a sissy though and didn’t enjoy getting too muddy. The boys were into it.
I remember one rainy thanksgiving looking out the window and seeing a huge gorgeous pheasant in the yard. (Too bad my dad wasn’t a hunter, lol)
“There was a desert wind blowing that night It was one of those hot, dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of a carving knife ad study their husbands’ neck. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”
Raymond Chandler (Red Wind)
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