Stepping
outside to start up the barbecue Sunday afternoon, enjoying the bright
afternoon sun and temperature around 60, I had a flashback. If you’re from the
Midwest or Northeast, you might want to stop reading right now.
This has
been an uncommonly dry winter. It rained a lot in December, and by the end of
that month, we were about 30 percent ahead of normal rainfall, but ever since,
the spigot has been shut off. Our total rainfall for January was .68 of an
inch, and as of this morning the February rainfall has been only .45 of an
inch. The average would be 5-6 inches each month, and it’s not unusual for us
to get 20 inches for the two months combined in a wet winter.
Which got
me thinking about the drought of 1975-77, the worst that Central California has
experienced since they started keeping records not long after the Gold Rush.
Nothing Like It Before
The winter
of 1974-75 was drier than normal, but not by an alarming amount, and it had
been preceded by two wet winters. But the 1975-76 winter was unreal: Day after
day of sunshine and no rain. Total rainfall for the July-June rainfall year was
just under 9 inches. An average year was 21 inches, and this was the first time
in 100 years of record-keeping that the area had failed to register at least 10
inches. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Then it
happened again next year. The 1976-77 winter generated a little over 9 inches
of rainfall. Scientists checking the rings of the giant sequoias said something
like this had happened a few hundred years ago, but not within living memory.
I was
covering the weather for the newspaper at the time, and it was an almost daily
story. Watsonville was able to get by fairly normally by overdrawing its
underground aquifer (at a price to be paid later), but Santa Cruz, which relies
on surface runoff for its supply was on strict rationing.
Entrepreneurs
stepped forth. My friend John Bakalian introduced the Bakalian Brick. Put it in
your toilet tank, and it reduces the volume per flush, at a fraction of the
cost of retrofitting. Great idea, but it created more publicity than wealth.
Lies, Damn Lies, and Weathermen
One
positive story from all this was that Linda and I were able to have an outdoor
wedding on March 19, 1977, normally an iffy proposition at that time of year.
But by that time, after two years of unprecedented drought, all was gloom and
doom. State water stories by the wire services and metropolitan newspapers were
quoting expert meteorologists as saying it would take three years of
above-average rainfall to fill the state’s reservoirs once again. We rarely
have three wet winters in a row.
The weather
stayed mostly clear and dry into the middle of December, and the sky-is-falling
crowd was going crazy with warnings about the shortages we would be facing next
summer.
And then, a
few days before Christmas, a big storm moved in, dumping two inches of rain on
our area. It was soon followed by another. And another. And another. And
another. At one point the San Francisco Examiner reported that a “daisy chain”
of storms was moving across the Pacific Ocean toward California.
After six
weeks of rain the state’s reservoirs were full, and the same meteorologists who
had been saying it would take years to recover, were announcing that the
drought was over, and doing it without a hint of irony or explanation as to how
they had been so wrong before. I haven’t believed a weatherman since.
