Today was probably the windiest, hat-blowingest (I lost my prized Zermatt Switzerland cap) day that I have experienced here. I walked over to Venice Beach to check out our version of a blizzard. Few people, far less than the usual Sunday throng, were out. Sand was everywhere, including in my eyes. Sand drifts were piling up. The stinging sand gave my face a nice dermabrasion. Visible sand clouds could be seen down towards Palos Verdes and up towards Point Dume. The surf was extremely choppy. Birds flew sideways, if at all.
Today’s sand blizzard was another of Mother Nature’s somewhat regular reminders that, no matter how much we in the Los Angeles area may surround ourselves with homes, roads, cars, and other material objects, she is in charge.
Now, if you’re located in Manhattan Beach, or San Diego, or Maui, and you happen to see a black Zermatt Switzerland cap wash up on the shore, please contact me.