I’ve incorporated outdoor teaching into most of my career, and have always identified with local & global news reporters. I don’t do wars, but I’ve served in high-risk places with heavy military security (tanks pointed at airport exit doors, overflown by Russian & Cuban helicopters, etc.), and been personally escorted on walks by armed guards. My son and I did all the ATM withdrawals at the Nairobi mall where the gundown occurred, as the guesthouse only took Kenyan shillings, not cards.
So I am used to risk-taking, and most places I have not been very afraid, just alert and aware of what’s going on around me. My shoes convey the appearance of athleticism.
It’s hurricane season, and both the Pacific and Atlantic have been busy with one tropical storm to typhoon after another. I pray against them, but haven’t tracked all the Western Pacific because am just too busy here. The ones approaching U.S. and Hawaii, I try to watch to pray.
El Niño is coming to L.A., and I live and work near the beach and Palos Verdes landslide areas. Malibu should also get some because Pacific Coast Highway over-steepens slopes beyond their angles of stability (‘repose’), and underlying rock folds point down toward the ocean. It’s just gravity, and normal landscape evolution: uplift, weathering, erosion, mass wasting (by gravity), deposition. It’s the rock cycle: fragments flow back to the ocean to become new sedimentary rocks over the millenia. It’s the water cycle: evaporation, precipitation, runoff.
Field reporting during a potential hurricane is not enviable because it’s fraught with risk, fear, worry, and waiting. Reporters get cold, wet, hungry, thirsty, have to use the restroom that’s boarded up or far away. They miss their families, power & cell phone coverage are lost, all.
See you at the beach or the slide.