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Valley of Death © Robert Sommers

I was driving up the 15 towards Fallbrook the other day when I caught the sign in my periphery on the east side of the freeway, New homes on Horseshit Ridge, or something like that. Part of the zillion new homes planned on the corner of the 76 and 15, near the newly planned Palomar campus. And I thought, Jeezus H., we are going into mandatory drought rationing, the state is as parched as a shipwrecked prune and we are still doling out water meters? WTF?

The snowpack is at 15%, the fire season is now officially 20 days longer and the fires are burning hotter, Yosemite's Glacier Point Rd. has just been opened at the earliest date on record and yet we just continue to build, build, build. Wither water?

Leslie bought a new phone the other night and we drove out to the Bestbuy on 79. My god, it wasn't that long ago when the whole area was beautiful groves and rolling scenery, now the whole place is flat and buried under a foot of pavement. Love progress, it has a way of really destroying an area.

I have it on good word that the muggles like it better that way. More sanitary and a better place to install the gate guarded subdivisions.

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©Ron Cobb

I have two giant redwoods on my property, about 50 years old. Never had to water them, they drink right out of the Santa Margarita's high water table. Or did until this year, the smaller one is getting awful brown.

It's getting really scary around here. And I think we have seen the future and it is probably only going to get worse, with all of this global warming that half the country doesn't want to believe in. Keep doing what you're doing. The earth is real big. You can't hurt it.

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I have been having dreams about my father lately. Strange vibes. Things have frankly been very weird for me all week.

Got the call last night. Dad has had a major stroke, unconscious, released from the hospital last night, going to hospice. We are heading up as soon as we can.