Head south of Manteca beyond where the blue collar pianist swings a hammer tapping out notes created by slamming nails into wood mixing with the heavy metal sound of skill saws to create the familiar song of growth.If you’re lucky, a slight Delta breeze will rustle the leaves of the almond trees as evening approaches while cows — some say as many as 15,000 — make their way home amid gently waving brush doing the annual chameleon act of transforming from vibrant green to amber.This is god’s country where the sun can be seen rising over the distant snow-capped Sierra and then setting after illuminating an honest day’s work to back light the Altamont Hills.This is a land that nature has tried 11 times since 1929 to reclaim as she punctured man’s attempts at keeping the San Joaquin and Stanislaus rivers within unnatural constraints.Those who have played the generational dance know the land. They know it will flood again. To believe otherwise would be akin to sinking your life savings into a tech start-up that says it has invented a perpetual motion machine.