My end of SoCal is, oh, just about enough like Mexico -- you get the authentic Mexican savor to the Mexican food. (No quiero Taco Bell.)
Blizzards cave your roof in if the wind didn't blow the snow off. I spent my teenage years in South Dakota. I haven't been back, and there's a reason.
Probably the best picture of the fire is the one of the smoke column and the Hollywood sign.
We get two kinds of fire seasons: early and late. This one's an early, and it happens in dry years, when the vegetation dries out the sooner and the fires get going, but there's not a great deal of foliage for them to burn. Late fire seasons are when we get a good year for rain and lots of plant growth, which then dries out later, and then the later fire season has lots to burn.
Aside from its location, this one is neither particularly bad nor especially remarkable. Now if we could just get the newsies to stop saying "wildfire" about every blaze not domesticated in a fireplace, we'd be making real progress. Let's have sense and sensibility, guys.
Wolf, I'm getting naughty thoughts of you squatting...:p And I don't do golden showers, living by the adage that it is better to be pissed off than pissed on.
