Yes, We’re Safe
This text was originally posted on Facebook much earlier this morning:
Good morning everyone. Up at 3:30 doing what all old men do at 3:30 in the morning, but today I stepped outside on the patio to check news and give the insomniac neighbors a peek of my favorite boxers. The moon is sitting in the sky right where the plume of smoke from the San Marcos fire was when I went to bed. I can see stars in every direction on a cloudless night and have smelled more smoke from neighbors fireplaces and smoking than I do from the fire. Yes, we’re less than two miles from the fire zone, but we’re also less than a quarter mile from the place to which those people are being evacuated. We’re safe, and Randy’s sleeping peacefully. I’ve woken to far worse mornings.
We got to see much more when we took Diego out for his walk. There are some smoke plumes to the south, all blowing away from us and nothing as dense as it was yesterday. So far, at least as it impacts us, this is nothing like the 2007 wildfires. There are no layers of ash, and even at its worst the smoke is barely noticeable.
Just hanging out. Client files and some important things, like clean undies and the iPod, are down in the truck. Casa is a bit less than a mile from the northern edge of the evacuation zone, but 60 mile per hour winds seem to be moving that line around pretty quick. Since we’re out of the zone and the official line is to stay off the highways unless being evacuated, we wait. Watch the news, surf the net and wait.
Can’t see the flames any more, but only because the smoke is too thick. Pretty sure the fire’s still out there. Waiting for us to get relaxed. Lurking around the bend in the highway. Waiting for me to do something that would take more than ten minutes to shut down. Bad fire.
Local TV news has an over-the-shoulder graphic AND a special tab on their website, so it must be official – welcome to Firestorm 2007, the official firestorm of the 2007 season. Accept no substitutes.
On The Fires
Despite numerous challenges, mostly Angelenos forgetting how to behave when traffic signals stop working, we did make it to brunch. Power outages, windblown debris on the highways and periodic tirades against local radio newsreaders all helped make the drive “interesting.” Several newsreaders were clearly at a loss trying to do something beyond read segues between taped feeds and the depth of experience of those exiled to Sunday morning drivetime was unfortunately obvious. Like, ohmygawd, there like a big fire in Malibu, like, and its like near Mel Gibson’s home…uhhh…uhhh…back to you Tiffanyamber. Thought about pulling off to help with the evacuation of Pepperdine, but the need for caffeine and cholesterol defeated even my altruistic nature, and made it to brunch without even stopping for Red Cross snacks at the Zuma Beach evacuation center.
Home now. Fires appear to still be spreading around Southern California, and there’s a lot of smoke to the east of Casa, probably from the Ramona blaze. Right now it looks like Spinner‘s route to work is cut off by one of the smaller fires. Hurricane-force Santa Ana winds are going to make this place miserable for a few days.