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A Walk, a Wall, a Wash: Tujunga

Unusually dark, almost black squirrel. Portola seems to point to that squirrel; his gesture is a message for the Indians! Hallo; Portola didn’t explore California in a ship. Nor did he wear a Conquistador’s moro. Hmm..I suppose it’s meant as Portola, the embodiment of Cortez, still in the eighteenth century savaging the continent, still seeking Califia and her gold-banded viragoes. Hmm… the art made me think. So I guess the squrrel was just a McGuffin?

I went over to check the the other side — and sort of cheered up…

Growing up and through the arms of a sheltering white sage, I found a saltbush. I had just seen one on Sugarloaf last week, and tried to research the species name by using the usual head-banging method: stabbing words into the search engine, which you think would describe the plant to a botanist, if you were trying to think as botanists think. Chaparral erect shrub; numerous spikes cones inflorescences small yellow flowers; leaves dull green like oak but pointy spiny spiked pike-shaped lobed; September flower. Try! If you pull up saltbush I’m a Dutchman. I finally gave up and went to check the Linnaean for mulefat; and up came a random nature page that said it featured mulefat — but not showing mulefat at ALL. But there was a saltbush in the corner of the shot, and they, mentioned it the caption. So now I know! You too. Check out the fabulous leaves. They’re soft, not sharp at all.

Like almost every plant in the CFP this could easily be a prized garden ornamental. I went to Home Depot today on a yard-redo-job, and in their entire enormous garden wing, they had NOT ONE CFP plant for sale, except the remote possibility that some of the succuulents might be CFP cactus. But they didn’t even carry cholla! (I doubled right back to the Theodore Payne Foundation, nevermind the traffic, and got the right plants for a California garden…) My California Initiative PLANT YOUR FUTURE! STATEWIDE, NO SALES TAX ON CFP PLANTS! Write your assemblyman. California plants hardly need water and don’t need any fertilizer or soil amendments WHATSOEVER. Every nursery in California should have them on prominent display, instead of their fifteen aisles full of butterfly bushes and pesticides and hi-nitro jump-juice that are poisoning the world. A CFP yard is practically free and brings butterflies and birds and bees TO LIFE and TO YOUR DOOR; a ‘conventional’ garden (lawn; plus your normal hyper-toxed beds-and-borders full of showy exotics) is expensive and KILLS LIFE DEAD. It’s as simple as that.

The tan-yellow veins in the schist were dazzling with mineral sparkles in the afternoon sun; but the sparkle never comes out in photos. Gold-bearing ore? Gold Creek is a Tujunga Tributary.,.

Where Are The Insurance Companies?

…you know, the huge trillion-dollar octopus that runs our health care system as a vast casino? The shaming ones, always brandishing actuarial tables and beating Americans up on things like “risk factors” and “risky Zip Codes” and “moral hazard” and “pre-existing conditions” and “acts of God,” and backing it up with tables of rates that quickly skyrocket if you, say, smoke, or eat fatty foods, or don’t belong to a gym, or have an accident while not wearing your glasses, or live in Watts or West Hollywood or South of Market, or have a sudden health emergency from inhaling fumes not AT work exactly, but out in the parking lot at 5:15. These insurance geeks are the medical geniuses who decided that, if a policyholder is prudent and asks the doctor to test for certain chronic diseases, or needs certain tests regularly, he will get summarily dropped from the plan. A hundred thousand things we can’t do in modern society, or are afraid to do, are too poor to do, because the insurance companies don’t like it or won’t allow it.

But if you are an American who chooses not to mask, not to social distance, or refuses to get a Covid-19 vaccine? They’re just fine with that. They’ve got you covered — and apparently are okay with everyone else in your community getting infected! They won’t raise your premiums or cancel your policy or make you do regular testing, or insist on a robust quarantine to try to protect the community. Big Insurance honors your guts and your freedom. So far, no super-spreader yahoo or casual moron has been told his activities are shamefully reckless and expensively idiotic. None of the thousand stories of selfishly insane behavior, of feckless, entitled narcissism, of unhinged melt-downs in the Trader Joe’s line, have resulted in a letter of cancellation, nor a single penny being added to anybody’s monthly premium.

IT MAKES YOU THINK.
President Biden of Delaware is the grandfather, or should I say The Godfather, of America’s whole medical insurance racket, and the engineer of the whole ACA. Since Covid-19 hit, insurers have maintained complete silence about “how they’re going to pay for all this,” as they’re always asking progressives when we bring up Universal Care. With every hospital in America burning fast and bright for a year and a half, and staff cut to the bone by disease and burnout, the medical industry’s Wall Street prices have only soared. It seems Pres. Biden has simply reassured them that the coffers of the U.S. treasury are open to them any time they like, day or night, here’s a key to the back door, take what you need. Insurers have expressed no fear of picking up the increasingly astonishing tab for the trillions of dollars the epidemic is obviously costing. Are insurers just happily absorbing people’s hospital bills? I doubt millions of sick families across America are able to just shrug off high deductibles, or write a 30,000 check for everyone in the family who gets sick.

If the insurers are paying people’s bills, that’s good and all right. And if the government is offering them a blank check, that might even be okay at this point. But a potent tool for stopping the disease is being ignored, and that’s NOT okay, especially given the insurers’ traditional greed and recent meanness. The greatest and most obvious examples of moral hazard in history are Covid-denial and vaccine resistance. If we were a moral nation, and conservatives really cared about “personal responsibility,” or really wanted to use the “Free Hand of the Market” to solve a problem, then why shouldn’t stupid anti-social schmucks be getting their insurance policies cancelled, or rates reassessed, to accurately “cover their risk,” as we‘ve heard all our lives is imperative?

How Dry I Am

Adenostoma fasciculatum: pride of the CFP; stalwart pillar of its chaparral community; bellwether of the habitat.

Wired has an interesting article on drought and climate change; it tells how California ecologists use the timing of the browning-out of chamise blossoms, to track soil moisture in the dry season. (Spoiler: they’re predicting a doozy of a fire season this year.)

https://www.wired.com/story/the-humble-shrub-thats-predicting-a-terrible-fire-season/

August 8, 2020, El Escorpión

CHAMISE; 1846. From the Spanish, chamiza. The date (from Merriam-Webster) invites my speculation, that it was none other than Col. John C. Fremont, of the U.S. Army Corps of Topographical Engineers, who gave it its charmingly Franco-inflected English name.

Prodigies of Light Across The Transverse Ranges

YOUR OROGENOUS ZONES DEPT./
TRANSFORMATION OF LOPEZ CANYON DEPT./
A VALE FOR ALL SEASONS

We have had on average a cool, dry rainy season, which I glean [Old Farmer’s Almanac] is best for trees showing the colors. I’d rather have more rain and fecund green growth. Two or three degrees cooler temperatures in the Transverse Ranges, might equal at least that many inches of seasonal rain, in terms of the survival of individuals in our habitat suites. [The New Deal of climate change: one single day of 119-degree temperatures, a feat which we’ve been leaping towards for the past few years, could wipe out half the whole suite of plants of our Foothill Alluvial Fan Chaparral. Wish us luck.] In such circumstances, the degree of angle of slope, inches one way or the other of elevation, the time of the moonrise that determines the flowering, the relative hour and minute of total shade, or one day’s record high or low temperature, might mean life or extinction. Life and death together, is the definition of beauty: thus behold. The next few Views will be a celebration of the light, the clouds, the shadows, the slopes, the faults, the chaparral, and how they all are creating each other, destroying each other, in some of my choicest bits of the Transverse Mountains, this rainy season.
LOPEZ CANYON, THE LAND OF CONTRASTS:

SAN GABRIEL FAULT, THE MENDENHALL RIDGE; LITTLE TUJUNGA, SURELY A VALE FOR ALL SEASONS:

Eveningtime…

Then came the rains. Patient Reader might remember Mary Martin’s cloud-show in this setting? Well, it seems clouds do all kinds of interesting things in a Transverse Range. Here at the beautiful Laurel Crest/Beverly Crest Overlook of the Valley, north, and Beverly Hills, westerly transverse: