But a few days before the rain, the “Mono Winds” blew in for a brief stay. Sounds somewhat romantic, doesn’t it? (Sorta like the song They Call The Wind Mariah.)
Trust me. It’s not. High winds, combined with burn scars and dead or dying pines makes for a huge mess. Whole trees crushed roofs, giant limbs destroyed cars. The power has been out for over a week in some places.
I consider our minor loss—our trampoline went for a joy ride and came back to earth a mangled mess of tubing—a trifling inconvenience. But being without power for thirty-plus hours would have been unsustainable without a generator. My hero hubby, Paul, made sure three homes had operational refrigerators and lights the whole time.
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