It's usually only a matter of time.
The storm was moving down the coast from the North, so I was sent out to meet up with Reporter Serene Branson.
We were sent towards Ventura with the goal of getting on TV as soon as the storm hit. The only problem with that plan was that nobody could really predict what time exactly the storm was going to roll through.
There's a lot of pressure to be in the lead on the weather stories. After the build-up and tease that rain is coming, I can understand that it might be difficult to keep it all in perspective.
Particularly when you're inside back at the station.
We spent the early part of the evening fielding a persistent string of calls for status updates.
"Is it raining yet?" "No." "Not at all?" "Well, there's some misting." "Did you shoot it?"
(pause) "The ground is dry. There's really nothing to shoot." "Call us as soon as it starts to rain."
(A few minutes later)
"Is it raining yet?"
The rain hit a little after 8:00pm. Serene and I managed to find a good spot for the live shot on Main Street in Ventura.
I'd never been live from that area, so it was a gamble. Okay, I've been live from nearby, so it was a calculated gamble, but still a gamble.
It paid off.
We locked in the microwave signal, I quickly connected the cables and Serene stepped in front of the camera and the rain came down hard.
After the first hit, Serene and I talked about the weather getting back at us. Earlier we'd been joking about the distinct lack of rain.
We did the first liveshot in a downpour and even though it let up later, it rained through the rest of the evening. It could have easily been a totally miserable night and I'm not sure I would have survived it at all if not for a couple of things.
Serene's mom (whom I'm told reads my blog, "Hiiiii, Mrs. Branson!") sent Serene out with a tin of homemade Krumkake. That's a Norweigen pastry that absolutely warmed my cookie monster heart.
The other thing that kind of made it easier to make it through the evening?
Serene and I were both up on the Grapevine earlier this week. It was bitterly cold and windy in the snow. We were doing liveshots over the closed I-5 and had to stay overnight at the Flying "J" Truck Stop.
Talk about putting things in perspective.
Shucks, a little rain wasn't going to bother us.
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