A Fred’s-Eye View: The mud bath
It’s a rainy morning at San Jose International airport, and more thana few skinny, tan-lined travelers are sporting the Sea Otter hangover look.It’s an easy look to spot — the sunspots under the eyes, chapped lips andthat familiar blank bicycle-overload stare are dead giveaways. But thisyear an additional telltale sign is there — huge rings of dried, chunkymud still clinging to pants, shirts and shoes. Yep, the month of rain thatbattered NorCal in March turned every inch of the Otter into a muddy, shoe-eating quagmire. The slop was darn thick too. It found its way intomy pockets, pant legs,