Well, what a weekend! Sunday night, my wife drives off to work, then calls me on her way, "Honey, I can see fire on the hill just above our house."
"No problem, they'll put it out before it comes too close. We're fine. Thanks."
Well, we were fine. Never really in any sort of danger. But, as the evening progressed, the air traffic grew, with those huge helicopters roaring right over our house. Then, we could see the fire from our house, coming down the hill. They must have been going right through the richer neighborhoods. Amazing.
Still, it would have to go through alot of homes before it got to us.
The kids and I eat a quick dinner (PB & J and Doritos...yumm). The smoke is starting to come near us and the business district just in front of us.
Finally, the smoke is too much. So we pack up a few things. Everyone in the neighborhood is doing the same. Computers, important paper files, wallets & money, dogs, dog food, a couple pillows and a blanket. Throw on a jacket and shoes...Hah! bet you thought I was going to say bicycle or something!! Nope, just the essentials. It hurt, but I left my bike behind
The fire swept from east to west across our upside-down Santa Clarita triangle. A couple houses a block or two just north of us did burn down. We're located by the right-edge of the 'y' in Sunday in this pic:
So we end up staying overnight with some friends across the river. Unfortunately, we weren't able to return to our home until about 2pm on Monday. But, at least everything was fine. No burns even close to our home. Just smoke.
Worst part? I missed the Monday morning group ride
And, with these winds, I probably won't be able to ride Tuesday, either.
Now, I'm off to class. Wish you all coulda been here