I understand California is a great place to be, weather wise. Though I fail to understand the mentality of people who insist on living along fault lines, in the way of potential mud slides and in wooden houses in major fire zones.
But, then again, it mystifies me that others in other states live in major flood zones, where one roars through every so many years and flushes everything into the Gulf, and the survivors rebuild on the same spot! Kind of like those cities over seas where they’ve been living around an active volcano for ages, which has erupted a few times in the past and wiped out chunks of the population.
Call me old fashioned, but I don’t want to live in any place where the land can move my building, the local river rise up now and then to roof level, that smoking mountain 10 miles away might plop a few tons of hot lava on my lawn or a class 50 hurricane hits it every year.
I don’t know. I guess I don’t need that much excitement in my life anymore. I must be getting old because getting shaken out of bed to the tune of breaking crockery, having to snatch up the pets and run like heck through the night and falling masonry just doesn’t seem to have that old appeal that it used to … if ever.