Here in Southern California, as the world knows, we had a horrible week last week. The Firstorm of the year descended upon us while my parents were visiting. We had a nice time with them, while John was busy, we took a couple of local hikes. We played some games, much to John’s chagrin. Went to a pumpkin festival with all of the Hitchcock kids, where my parents ended up volunteering! Enjoyed a relaxing Sunday as a family, and while playing games, realized it was getting awfully smoky in our house. Mom and I thought it was the burnt caramel corn we were making, but soon realized it was the outdoors on fire. We closed up our windows and noted how “ashy” the table top was already. My mom came to Pioneers with me, after all, it was crazy hair night. Then my parents left to go to a community concert. As John and I were driving home from church, we were noting how windy it was outside. Wind like I’ve never heard before. We were surpised to see my parents home before us and they said that the school where the concert was being held, was being used as an evacuation site. We thought this all to be so strange. I even remember commenting to John how glad I was that we bought our house on the west side of 15, because after all, a fire to jump a 10 lane highway, no way!!
As we went to bed, we were trying to figure out what sites we would see in the morning, thinking that it might not be the best to be outside. John planned on taking a half day off of work. At this point, we knew fires were burning out east, but I don’t think we’d thought that they would get to us by the morning. I didn’t sleep well at all due to the heavy winds. I thought the windows were going to blow in. Finally at 6 I turned on the radio. What I heard stopped my heart for a moment. “If you live west of the 15, east of the 5, north of the 56 and south of Lake Hodges, you need to be evacuating. I woke up John and told him I thought we might be needing to leave our house. Then I knocked on my parents door and woke them up, almost crying, I think we need to be leaving our house!
We all ran downstairs and turned on the news and sure enough, we needed to go. At that point it was a mandatory evacuation, they were doing reverse 911 phone calls. We are still unsure if we got one of these or not, I erased our messages too quickly when we returned home. I immediately was trying to figure out where we’d go, most of our friends are north and inland like us, but our dear friends, Nick & Angela lived southwest of us, pretty close to the coast and I thought this would be perfect. You can call a true friend at 6:30 a.m. and not be concerned of bothering them! They said yes we were welcome! A neighbor we’ve never met rang out doorbell to make sure we were leaving. My parents packed up their things and then started to help us load up our truck with our most prized posessions should our house burn. John was not pleased that I was pulling things off the wall. It is amazing what is truly important. Mostly I grabbed photos and some of my business files, John grabbed our computer. Sadly, Skipper decided that he wanted to hold down the fort. He thought it would be too strenuous to be a refugee, and decided that he would take the small chance of dying a fiery death. That was sad to me and my mom. So, as we hugged in the living room to say our good-byes, not knowing if we’d be coming home to a house or not, my mom and I burst into tears with much uncertainty. It was very eerie to be pulling out of our neighborhood, thick with smoke, it looked like the movies when the world is about to end. Cars loaded with things and kids and pets and slowly meandering through the streets, inching along trying to get to the coastal highway.
Eventually we decided to risk going inland by jumping the curb and turning around. We moved about a mile in an hour and fifteen minutes. We were low on gas, my parents car was almost out of gas, so they needed to turn around in hopes of finding a gas station. My dad called us to tell us that going inland was like a ghost town and we’d be on the highway to head south in no time. And it worked perfectly. We got gas and then were on our way to Nick and Angela’s. When we got there, we were glued to the t.v. for the next 12 hours or so. We talked to many friends to make sure everyone was safe and sound. So far, so good. My parents made it to Los Angeles safely. We kept calling our answering machine to make sure there was still electricity. But it was horrific to watch t.v. and see fires completely engulfing homes, just a short distance from ours. Everyone time we saw a house address, we would googlemap it to see how close it was. We knew so many people living in these neighborhoods where fires were “randomly” burning.
Tuesday morning we woke up early to turn on the tube and see what had happened over night. More of the same, but we felt the threat to our area was over. We got going and headed back north to spend some time at John’s sister’s house and distract ourselves with five kids. We had fun over there and then we tried several times to get in our neighborhood, but every time the national guardsman holding his rifle would tell us NO!! We ended up going out to dinner and watching a movie. It was odd how many sections of the city were completely normal. Businesses were open, people were out and about and unaffected. Very strange! We spent the night at the Hitchcocks. Then Wednesday morning we were really itching to go home. We tried again in the morning. Still the guardsmen were there. And they told us we would not get in at all today. At this point we’re tired of being refugees, so we go and check into a hotel. They allowed us to have an early check in. It was only about 11 a.m. We were able to shower, lay down on a bed, relax a little. Then we turned on the news and they announced that our neighborhood opened! So, we ate lunch and tried our re-entry again, this time getting access! It was wonderful. We were one of the first to arrive back. We drove home, pet and loved on Skipper, were amazed that there was no smoke smell inside. Then we decided to walk around our small neighborhood. The mountains that we see from our balcony was completely charred and all of the mountains surrounding. The park at the end of our street (where the pumpkin festival had been) had hay bales on it still, and those were burnt to a blackened crisp. We could see burnt houses on the mountain about a mile from us. It was pretty surreal. Very quickly all of our neighbors arrived home. We all stood outside talking and sharing stories. It was great because we met neighbors that we had not yet taken the time to meet in the 5 months of living here. About 4 hours after getting back into our home, my friend Selina, friend from Philly, arrived! So life does go on!!
Since then, we’ve learned that none of our close friends lost their homes, no one in our church lost their home. But we’ve driven around and seen the devistation, and there is much. It is really amazing to see a house burnt to the ground and the neighbors on either side are perfectly ok.
We had a great time with Selina. Mostly we took it easy. John had the entire week off of work since his office is in the heart of the fire area, plus many employees were evacuated and unable to work. So that was an added bonus. He was about to go crazy by Friday and drove up to work to try and go in, but it was chained shut! I wonder how many desperate engineers were just dying to get to work!!! Selina and I went to the “Bodies” exhibit. It is real bodies and organs and parts that are really well preserved. It was pretty cool. We did a little shopping. Saturday was the big GA v. FL game. Go DAWGS!! Big win! While that was going on, Selina and I decided to have a service project and make cookies and brownies for the firemen and deliver them to the firestations. Many hours later those were ready to deliver. We picked out 3 firestations. We visited the one in our neighborhood first. That was the best. The guys were super nice and ready to talk. Then we went to two more, not quite as exciting and inviting. But, nonetheless, it was fun and they appreciated them. Of course, they all talked like fighting wildfires for days on end were no big deal, just their job.
Sunday we had a nice lunch in Del Mar and walked around a bit. It was beautiful out. You’d never know of all the destruction that had taken place. Then we had to be lookey-loos and drive around a bit to see the devestation. Like I said before, it was almost breathtaking, not in a good way.
Selina left early Monday morning, and now we are just getting back into the normal routine of life. It has been thrown off kilter quite a bit. We are so thankful to still have a house. We are truly thanking the Lord that He allowed our house to remain unscathed. It was by His hand alone. And now we are trying to help those around us that have needs. Our church is trying to put together some ideas so that we can get our congregation involved and really be the hands of Christ. I’ll be filling you in on how those efforts go. If you are still reading at this point, thanks for taking the time to share in our lives.