Number 68 - December 2011/January 2012
For Point of Divergence #68
the last two weeks of the semester. A time when students discover that they now have less
than two weeks to research, write, and turn in their papers. And a time when students discover that, hey, there's a library
at this school...
...or, IOW, it's a hectic time at the library.
been talking about the Toll Road the last few disties (mostly because of it's appearance on Pasadena-D). Up until the 20's they used to have car races on it up to Mount Wilson. Well, last month, some Classic Car Collectors got together and got permission to drive their vehicles up the Toll Road – if not as far as Mount Wilson, at least to Henninger Flats (about two-and-a-half miles).
And this is them, getting ready to go:
The start of the Toll Road tends downwards rather steeply...then back up after the bridge just as steep.
The last picture shows them on the bridge over the river, on their way up. They managed to get about twelve cars together for this little journey – the first since about 1965 or so (the Toll Road these days is just a fire road/hiking trail – closed to vehicles). Rather cool collection of old cars...though a lot dustier after the trip than they are in these pictures.
Meanwhile, a friend of our's cat had kittens – three of them. Cute little balls of fluff that for various fur-related reasons, Dee Dee and Allison named “Pandy,” “Edward Nygma,” and “Joey Ramon.” Amazingly, I managed to keep Dee Dee from bringing any of them home, but it was a struggle...
with the show!
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And now, the last part (?) of RoC and the Sea...
RoC and the Sea,
There's a woman on an island...
San Miguel was not a large island, less than thirteen kims by six. It sat as the westernmost Channel Island, an irregular triangular plateau of rock and earth, scrub and the occasional stunted tree, a good seventy kims away from the coast at Santa Barbara. Elena's home sat on a high bluff near the north-western shore, overlooking the small islet of Castle Rock, and during big storms, the saltwater spray from the waves far below could still wash her front porch.
Fresh water, on the other hand, was harder to come by; winter rains needed to be carefully horded in the three big tanks her grandfather had built seventy years before. Everything that Elena couldn't grow herself in her carefully maintained kitchen garden – which wasn't much – or make herself – which unfortunately was
– needed to be brought over from the mainland on Elena's tiny boat. Shopping was therefore an two-day affair. More, if the seas picked up. And it was an affair she couldn't afford to do much.
But it was her home...and she wasn't going to lose it.
She was doing a hike she had done more times in her life than her life had days. Past the dry lake. Past the remains of her father's attempt at viticulture on the gentle slopes of Green Mountain, the few remaining vines now simple a source of fruit for her. Past the ghost forest, with its acres of caliché castings of ancient trees. Through the abandoned ranch and down into Cuchillo de cañon and along the slender trail of the deep “V” cut into the bluffs between the island's interior and the sea. Past the old cattle pens, where the island's small herd had been sorted prior to some being sent to market on the mainland. Out onto the beach that curved along the harbor and down to the narrow pier that led to the middle of the harbor and her small motored boat.
...and then the winds came...
No, that last line wasn't part of the story – it's what actually happened. On Wednesday, November 30th
, a massive Santa Ana wind came down out of the north and smashed through all the cities/towns along the foothills of the mountains here in the L.A. area.
Trees – some a over a century old – were uprooted. Those that didn't get blown down got branches, some huge, blown off.
Streets were blocked, poles blew over, and power went off for most of the communities near the mountains.
Yeah, that includes Pasadena and Altadena.
So basically I've been sitting in the dark since I got home from work Wednesday night. I'm now back at work the following Monday...and my house is still sans electricity. Which, when you write on a computer, puts a definite crimp in your output.
So it looks like “Part 3” is going to have a “Part 4,” assuming I ever get electricity back.