One of my guilty pleasures, when I first came to L.A., was finding a leaky sprinkler and squishing in the mud around it.
Then, after many months, the rain came and the mud slid down the hills of malibu. Driving home, dodging the football sized rocks falling in malibu canyon, I finaly got the disaster movie concept.
Strangely after that first winter my wife had a few things shipped over and opening the crate there I found, lo and behold, our wellies.
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