4. (in laundry use) the assignment of degrees of urgency to clothes or other washables to decide the order of cleaning of a large number of fabrics and materials.
Laundry triage. Gotta get cleaning!
There’s the Christmas Spirit, the spirit of the game, esprit de corps. We drink spirits. Spirits are both haunting and holy. What about a Picnic Spirit?
Now, have you heard Bob Dylan’s “Talkin’ Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues”? I hadn’t either until an hour ago when I Googled “the picnic spirit.” Queue it up right here:
Stay in m’ kitchen
Have a picnic
Have a picnic in my bathroom
…bear with me here.
This past Tuesday I wrapped up an eight week course on backpacking skills. The first group backpacking trip went into the San Rafael Wilderness on the Cachuma Trail. We saw the Hurricane Deck cliff face; we saw Santa Cruz Island and Santa Rosa Island; we saw Hell’s Half Acre. We saw a lot of nature and shared a lot of stories.
The backpack leader and her partner made a resolution to have more picnics this year. I pictured a woven basket, checkered ground cover (similar, actually, to the ground cover I was using under my tent), maybe some wine and fruit and cheese, sandwiches, and a stray ant or two.
I just lost all m’ picnic spirit
Guess the Drapers aren’t down with Leave No Trace.
Is it being outside? The checkered ground cover? The basket?
I propose it’s the picnic spirit.
At this level, picnics take on a meditative quality. A sense of soaking in your surroundings. A sense of intention around eating and being present. A bon vivant and sense of play.
I think that is going toward what the picnic spirit is, or could be. It’s like the year round, secular, Christmas spirit!
When I came back after the trip, I found out two of my friends began a weekly group picnic at a local park. Which is awesome and inspirational. I know they had drinks—probably wine?—and they will likely have cake, sometime.
If you wanta have a picnic, that’s up t’ you
Truth! It is up to me! And I really am lovin’ the sun setting later! It’s perfect for more hikes, for more patio sitting, and for more picnics. I am totally down for more hikes and picnics.
But don’t tell me about it, I don’t wanta hear it
Oh, Bob Dylan!
Dear reader, I would love to know if you’ve picnicked recently, if you have a fond picnic memory, or if you plan to picnic! Just comment below.
Another round of Santa Ana Winds is upon us this Wednesday. If you want to stop reading now, totally chill—just know it is going to be a warm, windy Wednesday, and you should make sure all your things outside are secure.
And no worries about your hair today, dear reader. You’re always rockin’ it!
They also have this fancy image on their Facebook:
To keep up-to-date on all Southern California “Watches, Warnings, and Advisories” go to the National Weather Service’s Southern California Watches, Warnings, and Advisories page. It refreshes automatically.
It is the name of a strong, dry, and usually warm, wind phenomenon in Southern California. It occurs when the deserts and land to the northeast of the Southland are both relatively cold and a high pressure system develops, which makes the cold air sink.
This sinking cold air moves down the mountains between the desert region and Southern California, causing the air to increase in temperature (according to Robert Fovell’s Santa Ana FAQ, dry air warms at almost 30 degrees Fahrenheit per mile of descent). The air picks speed up when traveling through passes and canyons and loses even more moisture as it heats up.
So that explains the strong, dry, warm, wind! Hat tip to Robert Fovell and his Santa Ana FAQ and Santa Ana Winds pages for a breakdown. He also has a page on the Santa Ana Winds etymology. (The name probably comes from a canyon in Orange County called Santa Ana Canyon.)
Here’s a fun picture:
Another term for Southern California, more toward Los Angeles and further south than Ventura County. Ventura County is sometimes referred to as part of the Gold Coast or the start of the Central Coast depending on where you are in the county. ↩