The other night it:
…cracked and growled, and roared and howled
Like noises in a Swound!
And this was the only damage in the morning….
I got up twice in the night because it was so loud; I was sure one of the windows on the east side of the house would be broken by the bushes tapping and rattling against them, or that a piece of our tree would come down and smash the house and our cars, but no, we were lucky. I took a walk around the neighborhood and saw just how lucky we were:
And then there were the fires. I didn’t go and try to shoot them when they first started, but today I went to get a shot of the smoke in the air.
This was taken at the Orange Hill restaurant in Orange, California. The smoke is from the Santiago fire, a couple of canyons away.
The photo below is a panorama (it really is a panorama, and you can see it if you click on the photo) taken from the Orange Hill restaurant parking lot, today at 3pm. The fire crossed Santiago Canyon road half an hour later, and a couple of miles from where I drove in; it is now threatening Silverado Canyon. I didn’t go anywhere near the closed roads area and didn’t make a nuisance of myself with the Powers That Be. In these shots it looks like the fire is just one canyon over, but the fire was burning away from me and is probably not as close as the smoke makes it look. My friends and family should be comforted to know that I’m too chicken to get very close to it.
The southern half of the state is on fire. Places that hadn’t burned in 60 years were badly burned 4 years ago and are on fire again. I think there will be no trees left at Lake Arrowhead by the time we are done. And more fires keep showing up, like the one that popped up near Acton this afternoon.
So now we are an Event. The Governator has been down in San Diego for a couple of days, as well he should, but now we have been declared a Federal Emergency, which sounds so much worse than a simple State of Emergency. It’s in California so it’s not a National Emergency… anyway, the photo-op vultures are descending on us, which means Michael Chertoff and Dear W will be here tomorrow to fly over the damage, cluck a bit about how awful it is, and pose with Ahrnie.
We’re supposed to be getting some fire equipment and help from other states. Soon, I hope, because ours are overwhelmed.
It does make for a dramatic sunset, though.