I haven’t been able to write this week as I have been too busy taking photos of giant plumes of smoke, while saying over and over in my head, “I won’t freak out. I won’t freak out.”, and staring at a bottle of chardonnay praying for the moment I can open it and dump a little calm over my hot nerves.
We evacuated the first night of the fires, but have stayed put for the subsequent days. It’s at about 3:00 every afternoon, when the heat reaches it’s peak and the winds get swirly, that I think for sure we will have to pack up and head out, but somehow the winds have remained our friend and blown the fire away from our house. Still, we remain packed and ready. Our car is filled with all of our family photos, clothes for a week, our valuable documents and maybe a bottle or two of chardonnay.
Such is not the case for many others who have lost their homes or have been evacuated and watch the news diligently to see if their home is still standing. One life has been lost so far. Fire fighters found the body of a poor homeless person who had no means to flee. My heart aches greatly that they died alone, with no way out, no one to call.
A GIANT shout out, I get teary just thinking out it, to our First Responders and Firemen and women for what they have done to protect the lives of so many. It is nothing short of miraculous. No amounts of trying to express my gratitude would do justice.
They are now reporting that it appears to be an arsonist. Something about “suspicious ignition points”. Why fire? Why couldn’t this person’s passion be Legos? Legos are fun. And way less prisony.
I thought you would be interested in seeing some of the photos we have taken from our new house sitting high up on the hill.
The view from our house on Tuesday:
Later the same day.
From the same vantage point on Wednesday. You can see four separate fires burning at once.
In a desperate attempt to find some joy and carve out some space for our sweet Colt that wasn’t filled with fiery fear, we headed down to the beach. We were greeted with a beautiful sunset. Smoky, but beautiful.
Kids can always find joy and bring it out in you. He is jumping up to see a double sunset. If you’ve never done it, you should. Squat down low, watch the sun set, then jump. BAM. You see it twice. Doesn’t the untied shoelace just make you swoon. Oh how I love my boys.
Later that night when we got home, for the first time all week, we saw flames from a fire instead of just smoke plumes. I didn’t sleep that night.
The view right now. Miles of smoke as far as the eye can see.
The weather is changing and the winds have died down. We around San Diego are hopeful that the worst is behind us and that every day going forward brings us closer to resuming life as normal. Yet, in the time that it has taken me to type this post, another fire has started.