Ugh, what a humbling experience.
Normally, I live about a mile from Brenlo and Grimwell, so we evac'ed Sunday morning at about 4am, voluntarily. Thanks to the wind direction at the time, the smoke was not a problem since it formed a wall to the west, blowing south. Lying in bed, listening to the radio, it's surreal to hear that there were othe fires that were then started by power lines snapping and power poles being immolated as well as embers being tossed sometimes miles from their originating point... Which is what happened within a few miles from my apartment. Scrambling to collect what you can, to make that "What do I *need*" and "what's important" decision is something I never want to have to do again. After rounding up a scared kitten, a really angry iguana and all other bits of precious, we jumped into our jetta at 4am and headed to a friend's in San Diego city to stay the night. We heard from Brenlo a day later that there were then mandatory evacuations of that very area.
Here we are, 3 days after leaving. I've called home already to ensure that our "old school" answering machine picked up, a moment I'll always remember.
"One ring... Two ring... Three ring... (oh, god. Please pick up...) Hi, thanks for calling... *whew*"
Grimwell and Brenlo got to their homes yesterday and the word is that the fire did get with a few miles from home, but it's still there. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to not have something to come home to, something that at least a thousand folks here in San Diego, LA and its surrounding regions will have to endure.
For those that are still displaced, My heart and wishes are with you. For those that are outside of this, looking in, thank you SO MUCH for the kindness.
~Gnobrin!
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