Our son, Kenny, called this morning. The smoke in Fullerton was so thick- he thought in the middle of the night that perhaps his apartment was on fire.
So far, we have been fortunate. But this friend of Trisha's son was not. A few months ago, this beautiful home in Yorba Linda was his proud home. This is all that is left.
This morning, smoke lay down in the valley in a suffocating haze. So far, we are safe. But all it will take is a burning ember to hit one of the leaves turning to brown- but still clinging to a tree- and fortune could turn with the quickness of a tidal wave.
The evacuations have come to Diamond Bar. Trisha is packing up her car. Evacuations in The Country are now mandatory. I warned a neighbor- if she goes on her planned excursion- there is a chance she might not be able to get back in.
There is a word which explains how it is to live with fire coming at you. Powerless. Not the same as helpless. But darn close to it.
May God protect the firefighters and residents.
Thank you to photographer Gene Sasse for providing the photo at the very top. Taken last night.