MacW. You choose to live in the desert. . . Gotta expect . . .
Here a mile in, on a bluff with line of sight to the ocean, my concerns are
not being able to drain my pad fast enough during a cloud burst, and electricity inconveniences.
I installed 3 4" drain pipes and have not had to use my portable water pump.
I also installed a natural gas electricity generator that comes on once a week to prove it can
and comes on if the e'city is off for 30 seconds.
No rolling black outs or otherwise for me.
Do those people back East still have natural gas service? Often not much good w/o e'city.
I never made it much beyond Crescent City at the Oregon border.
I would love to see Portland although I like living by the ocean. Don't care for valley's much.
And I don't see much civilization along the ocean north of Eureka/Arcata.
Crescent City does not qualify as civilization although it is home to a Prison.
Low seventies with shoreline moisture returning. Should drop a few degrees.
I've had such bad luck with tomatoes, because I think I nurture them too much,
I planted two hairloom grafted beefsteak tomatoes ($15 each) in the front yard in an area of
lawn void of grass. Tough ground. I needed a pick to break it and a spade to make a trench.
Broken up it seems to be mostly sand. The plants were secured in a mixture of top soil (really compost) and the ground I removed. Cages have just been secured around them.
Radishes just produce seed pods and no radishes. Same problem with my lettuce and cilantro.
It does not want to leaf. Wants to make seeds immediately.
Spotted three baby avocados and one ripening one.
White onions are pushing themselves out of the ground. Will that make them bad?
And my berry patch continues to deliver 5-10 ripe black + boysenberries a day.
Soon I plan to plant some corn. Andy other crop suggestions for a suburban garden?
Oops, I thought I was on the Weather Tread.
No I am commiserating from the O.C.

Advocating emergency preparedness as I have.
One aspect I have not participated is storing food and water.
Moi