Now that the rains are over and the mud is done sliding, it's time for the clean-up. This involves a very large quantity of noisy, stinky dump trucks. As I've mentioned before, I live on the main drag up the hill, which means a parade of dump trucks outside my window (seriously, while I was writing that last sentence, I looked up and saw one going up and two going down).
I'm about a block uphill from a four-way stop, so right before the trucks are in front of my house they are braking and downshifting. I hear the earsplitting screech every few minutes, from wherever I am in the house. We had a yard sale on Saturday, and the noise was so bad that my neighbor Irene & I would stand with our hands covering our ears, like the "hear-no-evil" monkey.
When I went outside to snap a photo for this entry, it took only about 20 seconds for a truck to come into view. After only 2 or 3 minutes in my front yard, I watched a line of 5 dump trucks power up my street. Here you can see numbers 3, 4, and 5.
I don't know where they are taking the dirt and mud; I just know it's getting there one stinky truckload at a time. And there are a lot of very happy haulers out there, making truckloads of money cleaning up the mud in La Crescenta.