I know we didn’t get much precipitation this winter (and as a Bear Mountain season-pass-holder, you can trust that I watch the winter weather like a hawk), but I just heard on the radio that this has been Los Angeles’ driest year since we began keeping records in 1872. That’s 135 years! Googling it turned up this article from mid-May:
The region is now in an “extreme” drought state, the second-driest ranking bestowed by the National Drought Mitigation Center in Lincoln, Neb.
The Big Dalton Dam, which is flanked by the San Gabriel Mountains near Glendora, is all but empty, the parched earth alongside it cracking in the relentless heat.
Drive beyond the city center, and you’ll see sheep grazing on barren pastures. Deer looking for water in nearly empty reservoirs. And, in some places, bees. Lots of bees.
Awesomely, the next subhead is “Bees Are a Problem.” Anyway, we aren’t looking at water rationing any time soon thanks to “aggressive water collection and conservation efforts,” but it sounds like the Griffith Park fire might be the opening salvo of an awful fire season.