Pre Otter Ramblins

I have a 45 minute commute but its mostly all on country roads so I enjoy if most days.

Last night's scenery was made extra exciting by that Aquarius lovin ma nature.

Its like the earth has just finally given up. Its had it. Enough. I passed about 20 (not even exaggerating all that much) landslides on the way home. Around just about every corner, part of the hillslide collapsed, taking with it the trees, rocks and whatnot and splattering it all over the road.

The little local creeks are now raging colorado muddy rivers.

And everything is soaking, dripping, wet.

And Sea Otter starts tomorrow.

And I have to go and set up this morning.

Somehow I am reminded of the year the monsoon hit cx nationals in Napa. And we bellas tried desperately to fly our flair regardless. By the last day of what can only be described as Chinese Water Torture Times Ten, we gave up too. We took down all the flair and packed it away. (Threw it away most likely)



I can't help but think about that as I pack assorted flair, and sidewalk chalk, and hula hoops, and bubbles, and margarita fixins in the car this morning.