We were in California visiting family for eight days. Our daughter sent us a text message one day advising us not to drive in the forecasted rain storm. Apparently, people in southern California don't know how to drive in the rain--yes, you read that right! In all fairness, it was a wicked storm--high winds which literally bent the palm trees, up to 10 foot ocean waves, but only a couple inches of rain. The soil doesn't drain properly so the water 'sits' on the interstates and highways. The San Diego newspaper said it was the worst storm in many years.
So, we stayed put in our condo and watched the angry ocean from the deck windows. A couple days before the storm, we noticed that crews were digging trenches so water from the streets could run to the ocean. Sandbags were placed and more were stacked waiting to be used if needed.
We were fortunate to have four days of decent weather so that we could be terrified on the 'big kids' rollercoaster at Legoland--our four-year old granddaughter just hit the minimum requirement on the height bar so she could ride. (The tamer roller coaster was closed for maintenance.) Note that she wasn't frightened although I noticed how her eyes widened on the first down trip with me. She couldn't wait to line up for the second go-around with my husband though.
The condo complex had a heated outdoor pool and a hot tub. We also enjoyed trips to the beach although we didn't go in the water. There was far too much flotsam--and just plain crap--that had washed up after the storm. Family dinners including the required carrot cake for the celebration of the 4th birthday were enjoyed.
We came home to good weather followed by cold temperatures and more snow. At least here, I don't have to worry about people not being able to drive in the snow or rain--right?