We used to live in western Riverside County in California. This kind of thing used to happen all the time. I remember a story of a family having to call the fire department to have them come let them out of their house because so many tumbleweeds had piled up between their wall and their house. We used to have to swerve, etc. to avoid them on the highway when the Santa Ana winds would blow them at 40+mph across the open fields. And you don’t want to run over them because they will get caught up under you car and catch fire for sure.
My understanding is that they are Russian Sage, whose seeds ended up here accidentally in shipments of flax seeds to South Dakota in the late 1800s.
Still have part of one stuck under my front bumper from the trip last fall. Conversation starter. I get to tell the story about when I hit one bigger than a house.
Bob, that looks like 70th east in the AV (all that is missing is the junked sofas, TVs and home remodel detritus along side the road). I hit one that was 5 feet around. I had to wait until I got to work to pull it off my fender.
c1ue
May 8, 2018 12:43 pm
Texas equivalent of TP’ing. And more environmentally conscious.
philly cheese
May 8, 2018 2:03 pm
Ever lit one on fire? Man, they burn. That house is in danger.
Tribbles!
Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds
We used to live in western Riverside County in California. This kind of thing used to happen all the time. I remember a story of a family having to call the fire department to have them come let them out of their house because so many tumbleweeds had piled up between their wall and their house. We used to have to swerve, etc. to avoid them on the highway when the Santa Ana winds would blow them at 40+mph across the open fields. And you don’t want to run over them because they will get caught up under you car and catch fire for sure.
My understanding is that they are Russian Sage, whose seeds ended up here accidentally in shipments of flax seeds to South Dakota in the late 1800s.
Damn Ruskies.
West Texas brown snow.
Still have part of one stuck under my front bumper from the trip last fall. Conversation starter. I get to tell the story about when I hit one bigger than a house.
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Robert (QSLV)
Bob, that looks like 70th east in the AV (all that is missing is the junked sofas, TVs and home remodel detritus along side the road). I hit one that was 5 feet around. I had to wait until I got to work to pull it off my fender.
Texas equivalent of TP’ing. And more environmentally conscious.
Ever lit one on fire? Man, they burn. That house is in danger.