Sometime last fall after some heavy rains really softened and fully saturated the soil there was a deep rumbling heard in my house. At first I thought maybe it was thunder and disregarded it though the sound was a bit different, yet somehow still familiar too. Going out to the studio later I realized what I’d heard, the roll and tumble of boulders falling as my west side rock wall collapsed!
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