I should mention the great dust devils that I saw on my trip through the San Joaquin Valley last week.
The Big Valley doesn’t have tornadoes, but instead, it has weather whimsies that dot the late summer landscape. They amuse and entertain, as we fight the traffic on Hwy 99 or battle boredom on I-5. They zig and zag, shrink and swell, curl and whirl, and wend their way through orchards, vineyards, and open fields.
They are the color of California soil: nondescript beige and boring until they dance before our eyes.