More scouting on Sunday, also a lot more pillaging of produce. I’m trying to keep pace with the Fat of the Land boys, demonstrating that SaranWrap is for sissies – at least in two states..

I added another 25 lbs of Almonds to the drying rack, a couple of weeks in the garage and my house will be an obscene orgy of baked goods.

The Little Stinking has some water in the lower end again, so the irrigation is slowing a bit, you can contrast what they’ve pulled from the creek with this picture from August 19, 2007… 

… and the same stretch of river taken today. The “Horse Barn” effluent dominates what little flow is coming down the channel. 

It looks cleaner but it’s not, the 2007 shot was taken later in the day, versus early morning, and the creek is the same ocher-olive as seen in last year’s picture. 

Don’t even think about it – that’s a years worth of selenium infused sweat mixed with yesterday’s spider guts, combining for a rich patina of raw dirt masculinity. Dogs pizzle on hydrants – and us Brownline types mark turf similar. 

The fruits of the Little Stinking are evident on every onramp – and for the next month or so hitchhikers will be dodging produce as big rigs swerve onto the freeway.

You giggled at me for fishing in it, now who’s laughing? Think PREGO babe, it’s in there…

Both of my feet and a lot of stale cigar butts I tossed into the creek; just when you thought it was safe and antiseptic – then I pull the rug out…

That’s OK, yesterday I was hip deep in the drinking water of Benecia, Vallejo, and Fairfield – them folks have a more pressing issue.

All them odiferous brown creeks you pass on the Interstate have a heady role in your supermarket. Small and numerous and tended lovingly by your’s truly ….