Women (me) and children (that would include the cat kids) first. But I wouldn’t want to go on without Rico so he’s just going to have to skip work and join the kids and me in my underground shelter I’m going to dig tonight.
I’ll have to make sure we have everything we’ll need for who knows how long while the winds blow.
Bottled water - check
Diet pepsi twist - check
Canned food - check
Cat food - check
The internet so I can still feed my sdmb addiction - hmmmmm, how does one wire a hole in the ground for the internet?
Try living in an environment made up of 500 golf courses and SAND. When those winds blow here, we get nice pitted windshields for a souvenir. And then there’s always the car-sized
tumbleweeds to deal with. Other than that, it’s paradise. Oh yeah, I forgot about July and August…
beckwall, I drove out to Palm Springs to do the Tramroad Challenge a few months back. Cripes, it was windy when we were on the highway. Sand was drifting into the lanes!
And don’t get me started on those triple digit temperatures of yours…
cadolphin you forgot something, so you are either going to get really hungry or else have cat food breath.
The most important things for the Santa Ana’s are lots of hair bands and a pair of sunglasses. Nothing is worse then the hair flying willy nilly everywhere–the knots I have known from the wind makes for quite a twisted tale. And since I wear contacts, sunglasses day and nite to keep the dust from making me cry.
I’ve heard of some seriously crazy stuff happening in connection with those Santa Anas. When they come on a hot summer night, no one can sleep; they are seductive. Those were nights you stayed up til dawn and drove out to the desert to watch the sun rise.
A friend of mine swore that during some fast Santa Ana’s an Indian in full tribal headress and regalia walked through one living room wall and out the other.
