Fire.
The very word still gives me the willies. After being here in San Diego for the HUGE fires of 2003 (just a couple of months after moving here), when the news says “There’s a brush fire at…” my skin prickles.
Yesterday, as I was watching the local noon news while eating lunch, they broke into their regular reports to announce that there was a brush fire in Rancho Peñasquitos. They cut to the video, gave a street name, and the Google map confirmed my suspicions: it was not far from Christopher’s parents’ house. As his parents are out of town right now, if the fire got too close, we’d have to go up there to rescue their cats and, at the very least, move their cars (filled with whatever we could save) to safety.
We had to drive into the 2003 fire to evacuate Janeen’s kids and animals…I really didn’t want to have to do that again.
Luckily, the fire crews jumped on the fire and kept it away from homes. Whew.
Today, they have announced that it was deliberately set. Not a campfire that got out of control–arson.
Now today, again during the noon news, they cut to their helicopter over Peñasquitos again and announced that there were fires there again. In exactly the same place. At the same time as yesterday. This is sounding odd, to say the least. But this time the fire bug started it (if that is the cause of today’s burn) in a place that burned yesterday so there is no good fuel for it to take off again. Hopefully.