Don't talk to me about "wet". I waddle around the house with fins firmly affixed to my feet, a snorkel stuck in my mouth and a mask pulled over my eyes. Sleeping on my back is the pitts, but I feel save. TPO just shakes her head.
California is wet...with more on the way. As the crow flies, I'm only 40 or so miles from Lake Oroville. I've fished it hundreds of times and almost always put in at the Spillway ramp...the one you saw under water on TV. That dam failing had the potential of killing well over a hundred thousand people...that's not hyperbole or idle talk, but real.
Folsom Lake, 10 miles away, has one ramp open and we're told not to use it. The lake is filled with deadfall, submerged junk and is a mud pit you can't see through. Huge boulders have been pushed into the lake, none of them marked.
The California Delta is a time bomb waiting to go off. The levees are old and weak and I don't know why there haven't been more failures this year. They're jumping on them like crazy once a problem is discovered.
TPO and I jumped out of bed at 2AM the other morning because it was raining so hard. It was difficult to waddle to the door (fins) and I couldn't see well (foggy mask), but the rain was coming down harder than I'd ever experienced...and it continued for a good half hour.
Roadways are either flooded or failing, Interstates are shutting down for many hours at a time, people are being evacuated from their homes (which are then burglarized..."special place in hell"), ...it's a mess.
It's now a little past 7AM and I'm looking out at want appears to be a sun filled glorious morning. We have more rain on the way in a day or two. TPO is trying to shove watered down oatmeal down my snorkel and I'm finding it difficult to chew. Peace.
