[Note: as a commenter pointed out, I’m confusing, Whooping Crane / Whooping Cough-style, Lake Cachuma near Solvang in Santa Barbara County with Lake Casitas.]
That’s a beautiful mountain valley town near the Ventura coast that almost burned to the ground not long ago. Ojai (which Charles Norman would point out has been the center of New Age hoo-ha in California since the 1800s) used to be great because the proximity of the cool ocean kept it green. But it pretty much stopped raining in Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties about a decade ago. Now, though, it’s raining (and snowing on 8,800 foot Mt. Pinos). And Lake Cachuma is finally above 50% full (or empty, as you prefer).
The Lompoc Record reports on the trout release yesterday in Lake Cachuma in rather privacy-infringing terms:
As with previous releases, the fish from Mt. Lassen Trout Farms Inc. in Paynes Creek are triploid trout, meaning they are sterile, which prevents them from breeding with any wild stock that might be living in the lake.
For anglers, planting triploid trout improves the fishing experience because sterile fish will put all their energy into growing, rather than expending some of it on spawning, so they are larger and fight harder when hooked.
Aquaculturists say breeding sterile trout also results in higher-quality fish with brighter coloration.
“By planting fish in the lake, Santa Barbara County Parks hopes to encourage outdoor activity when people tend to spend less time outdoors,” the County Parks spokesman said.
“Plus, during winter months, cooler water temperatures are ideal for releasing rainbow trout,” he added.
Spending time outdoors has its benefits, he noted, because exercise and physical activity produce endorphins that may improve the ability to sleep, which in turn reduces stress.
Personally, I’m a big fan of Global Cooling, especially in warm places. For example, it’s been snowing in Maui, not just on top of the 10,000 foot high volcano, but down to 6,000 feet this week.
My least favorite dreams tend to be about giant tidal waves, while my favorite dreams are often about cold weather in warm places. For example, I can vividly recall a pleasant dream from several decades ago when I lived in Chicago about a cold winter in which glaciers formed on the north side of the Hollywood Hills and spilled out halfway across Ventura Boulevard.
In contrast, I had a terrible nightmare about when I was living on the 21st floor overlooking Lake Michigan and a giant tidal wave 180 feet tall wiped out the lower 18 floors, leaving me and my enormous Survivor Guilt okay.