The Santa Ana winds are strong, extremely dry offshore winds that affect coastal Southern California and northern Baja California in autumn and winter. They can range from hot to cold, depending on the prevailing temperatures in the source regions, the Great Basin and upper Mojave Desert. The winds are known for the hot dry weather (often the hottest of the year) that they bring in the fall, and are infamous for fanning regional wildfires.
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... The Santa Ana winds are strong, extremely dry offshore winds that characteristically sweeps across Southern California and northern Baja California during late fall ... Nevertheless, the winds are notorious for causing hot, dry weather due to compressional heating of the lower atmosphere ...
... Winds originating from the Great Basin, locally known as Santa Anas, create extreme fire weather conditions characterized by low humidity, sustained high-speed winds, and ... Santa Ana winds typically blow from the northeast over the Peninsular Range ... As the air is forced through coastal mountain passes, wind speeds of 40 mph (64 km/h) can be maintained for hours with gusts from 70 to 115 mph (185 km/h) possible (S ...
... “ There was a desert wind blowing that night ... It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch ... Raymond Chandler, "Red Wind" The 1970 Tim Buckley song "Venice Beach" includes the lyrics "White heat of swaying day/ Dark slap of conga cries/ 'Come out and breathe as one'/ Salt sea and ...
... The fires occurred at the end of a dry summer and were exacerbated by the seasonal Santa Ana winds ... The San Diego Union Tribune reported, "Santa Ana winds blowing up to 60 mph (97 km/h) combined with temperatures into the 90s to create in the worst ... The combination of wind, heat, and dryness turned the chaparral into fire fuel ...
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