Soquel Creek at Bargetto Winery, at the base of the Santa Cruz Mountains, yesterday at about noon, in mid-storm. I can't imagine what it's like now.
Our neighborhood here in the Santa Cruz Mountains is humming with the sound of generators and chain saws after being whacked by the remnants of Super Typhoon Melor in Japan. As remnants go, this was pretty fierce. Friends nearby with weather stations on their roofs reported wind gusts near 70 miles per hour, and one friend tells me her rain gauge shows 12.5 inches in the last 24 hours, and while it's sunny now in the valley, the rain continues to fall gently up here in the mountains.
After taking my mom to the airport for her flight home this morning, I went out and walked around to survey any damage. Can't do much else with limited house power and no water. We fared well with no trees or major limbs down. However, something happened to our pump system overnight, which first had a leak and now shows no signs of life whatsoever. Rivulets of water have carved some channels in the hillside behind our house, and while on my usual hunt for errant tennis balls, I discovered a small stream on the property that wasn't there before. Debris is everywhere.
I'm doubly glad not to live where the recent fires (Bonny Doon and Lockheed) were, as those areas were evacuated during this storm because of landslide potential.
Bodie is ecstatic to finally have a chance to get out and stretch his furry legs, even just for a spell in the light rain. I had hoped to clear my head from the past week's worth of excitement by getting to my torch and melting some glass, but it's approximately 15' away from a roaring generator and even my iPod is no match for that noise. If I had water I'd make some soup. Guess I should have put a rain barrel out...