With all the water and that boulder crashing through Shadybrook Market (killed that poor girl who was just sitting at her desk doing her homework) I figure that the Kosmik Kid and Melissa P. (no relation to one another) are dang glad they don't live in Silverado Canyon anymore.
Our saving grace living on this hillside is that their isn't any dirt here. No dirt means nothing to slide. Shove a spade into the ground anywhere you want and you hit granite in about a foot.
After they were done with the dynamite, the builder drilled holes into the granite, epoxied rebar into the holes, and then attached the foundation. So we're pretty solid. Even in a quake we mostly just get a thud rather than a shake, rattle, and roll.
And speaking of Silverado, TWC hasn't seen this much rain since 1969 when it seemed like it started raining the day after Christmas and didn't quit until March. My girlfriend's family was evacuated from Silverado Canyon by rescue helicopter and they very nearly lost the house. They did lose all the land behind the house right up to the back door.
Silverado, Holy Jim, Trabuco, Modjeska, all those creeks and canyons became raging torrents, at times filling the canyons from wall to wall. The bridge across Santiago Creek (in what is now Villa Park I suppose) washed out (you can still see it) leaving behind a hole in the ground at least 200 feet deep and a half mile across.
The ever-brown hills of California are as green as Scotland and the lake is up about five feet in five days.