Used to love to go down to the shore when the winds were blowing in SoCal.

I left once when they palm trees were bent WAY over.

Found out the 90mph gusts blew out condo windows on Coronado Island that night, the area I had parked was littered with palm fronds and junk out of the bay.

I'm not as fond of stuff over 60MPH as I used to be, too much of my stuff can get ruined.


The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?