Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
We interrupt this normally light-hearted word-stream to stop and smell the dry, cracked lakebed that is California these days. I mean, whoa!
One reason the drought is hitting home with me is that a couple of months ago I saw a photo much like the one above, showing the current level of Lake Oroville, north of Sacramento. My father used to live up the hill from the right side of the bridge in this picture, so seeing arid earth instead of cool blue water is quite a shock. I know the area well.
Back in July I stopped watering my lawn because I began feeling a tad guilty. For one thing, my lawn was no great shakes, yet it was a thirsty sumbitch. In fact, when I got the most recent water bill, I was amazed to see that our consumption was cut from 14 units to 5 units (i.e., by 900 cubic feet)! Now I look at our dry, straw-like grass with pride.
The SF Chronicle ran a series of pictures this week that really dramatize this growing catastrophe. Many of the pictures allow you to move a slider back and forth to permit striking before and after views of the same location, including my dad’s bridge above. Prepare for a shock.
Sometimes it’s a good idea to lift our heads from the keyboard, where we build our fictional worlds, and take a close look at the real world.
(PS — It rained ever so slightly last night… Hope springs!)