Summer returns, tropical storms brew and fizzle and a new job looms

No fishing this evening.  The front passed through this morning, wetting the streets with heavy drizzle that quickly vanished with sunrise.  In it’s wake, fresh northwest winds kicked in – not a good situation.  It’s supposed to return to smokin’ hot conditions over the hill for the rest of the week.  Even if the river cools down overnight, the wind will probably be ferocious tomorrow.

Tropical storm Julio formed off the west coast of Mexico and began to migrate north.
Tropical storm Julio formed off the west coast of Mexico and began to migrate north.

I often wonder if these tropical storms of the eastern Pacific that form this time of year ever make it up to northern California and produce significant rainfall.  Unlike the east coast where remnant hurricanes will occasionally barrel up to New England and wreak havoc – I’ve never seen or heard of such a scenario here on the west coast.  Any geologic or stratigraphic evidence of a large, early season mega-rainfall producer would be hard, if not impossible, to separate from other storms that come later in the year. I might have to one day take a look at some long running rainfall records and look for large rainfall events in August/September and try and track down their origins.

Regardless, this afternoon Julio was downgraded to a tropical depression and began to wash out sending some impressive looking thunderstorms into Arizona.  Today’s discussion indicated a long range chance of some thunderstorms moving up our way – but it’s a long way off – both in time and space – and likely won’t be anything organized for widespread, prolonged rainfall.  Oh well, time to enjoy some more summer tomatoes or run down to Arizona and chase flash floods.

The big news is that this is my last week at my current job.  I’ve been there for 10 years and it’s time to move on – moving all the way across the parking lot to a different building – and a new group of co-workers.  Of course, in my mind, the first order of business is to get a feel for how flexible I can make my schedule and still get away with it.  I’m told it’s very flexible – so we will see if afternoon river trips are still a viable option.  One of the benefits of a long time job is that you come to understand when you can and can’t bail out on short notice.  Hopefully I can figure this out quickly because it’s about that time.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m into my work – I just have competing priorities.

On the Coming of Storms

Reminiscing on Fall Steelhead

Somewhere in August a subtle change happens. One morning dawns cooler than the last. Maybe it lasts a day, maybe three, then the notion is lost in the incessant summer. Nothing of real importance happens now, except maybe noting a yellowing cottonwood leaf hanging from a branch. Finally, well into August, I realize there is no turning back now and the best time of year is at hand.

Over the hill and away from the coast, the relentless heat holds fast – lasting well into September and often October. I remember sunsets along the coast when far off webs of cirrus clouds would hold low on the horizon hinting at some far off storm and the reminder that winter is not far off. But these can be days of agony – days I spend with a sense that all of summer’s delights are now out of reach, even though I well know that many more weeks lie ahead. All the while, the fog-shrouded, chilly mornings I remember of seasons well underway seem impossible now. As the days go by, as summer hangs on, I wonder if they will ever come this year. Sometime, not long after, in a fit of desperation, the decision is made to make the annual pilgrimage over the hill, to return to the river. I do not have high hopes of hooking a steelhead, after all, summer is still holding fast. This is a journey to prove that something really is happening. Continue reading “On the Coming of Storms”