June 10th, 2011


Late Again

This afternoon I went to Chico for the first time in years. I didn't do anything other than drop off some papers on the near side of town, but compared to most days it was an adventure. En route, I got to see the damage from the fires of recent years. Great stands of digger pines were killed, and their skeletons are still there. The undergrowth has returned, but it will be half a century or more before the young trees that have since sprouted will restore anything remotely like the woody skyline the area had before the fires. That means I'll never again see that landscape as it was. I'll be dead before it recovers.

I did get to see Butte Creek fuller than I've ever seen it before. The abundant snowmelt has turned it into a torrent— or at least what passes for a torrent in this usually dry region. It's unfortunate that I have no camera. The rushing water covered with dancing fragments of bright sunlight was a splendid sight.

The vast fields of grass the foothills wear is already turning brown, despite the rains that watered them so well just days ago. It doesn't take long for the grass to dry out. The tall grass that has taken over my back yard will dry soon, too, if I don't keep watering it. It will have to be either cut or watered, because if it's allowed to stand there and dry out it will become a serious fire hazard. For now, the kittens are enjoying it tremendously, though. They've begun to romp around in their own little jungle, and have managed to mash several square feet of it flat already.

Then I sat down on the couch for a minute, and fell asleep. Another unintentional nap. Adventures are exhausting.