I love when the Santa Anas come. It can be 80 degrees at Christmas and I’m running around in capris and flip flops.
Grew up there.
We had fun in the Santa Anna winds.
Our street was hill.
We nailed skates to an underside of a sheet of plywood.
Then we’d collect tumbleweeds and tie them together into a giant bundle.
Then we’d connect a long rope from that bundle to our “street-sail-boat”, so it could act like a sail.
When the Santa Anna wind was blowing hard, a bunch of us would go “sailing” down our street.
Of course, our house lost the covering on the roof a number of years, but as kids you don’t think of “little” things like that.
The tumble weeds lost out to housing developments, and we outgrew the “street sailing”.