Wind & Fire

Today I have to head over to Simi Valley, where the fire I wrote about yesterday is still burning. Because I have to go there to get a crown fitted, I just checked out the situation online.

It’s called the Sandy Fire, and while still uncontained, a number of back fires have been lit to help do so. The fire is moving south of Simi, into the hilly country of the mountains on the southern edge of the city itself. There are homes here, but because of the nature of the place, it is difficult to build as well as remote. Unfortunately, though, some structures have been lost. Damage to wildlife is not to be dismissed, either, as the hills are home to many critters.

Thomas Fire from the Reagan Library
2017 Thomas Fire taken from the Reagan Library

Above is a photo I took years ago. The fire spread from the mountains to about 20+ miles west to the sea. My in-laws were evacuated from Ventura in the middle of the night. No one thought the fire so far away could spread as fast and fiercely as it did, and in so short of time.

The wind is what is often the most devastating element involved in the fires of Southern California. We get what we call variously “sundowners” and “east winds” and “Santa Ana winds” and “Santanas” – sundowners because as the evening sets in, the cool air from the ocean draws the heated air from inland. East winds because the land is east, the ocean is west. And there are a lot of other reasons for these winds of which I know nothing!

At times, these winds can be over 50 mph. Yesterday’s winds in my area were only 15 mph, but enough to make me uneasy. I always have my nose sniffing out smoke and my ears pricked for sirens. The rugged terrain means chasing fires is very difficult to impossible on foot. Helicopters with fire retardant and water help, but when the wind blows embers ahead of the fire, from mountain top to the next across an arroyo or canyon, the chase is on. It is this element – the embers – which can lead to large and devastating fires and damage.

Ironically, much of California and the west are environments which depend on cycles of fire. Native Americans often used fire to control the fertility of the landscape, and only recently has the Forestry Service begun to use their knowledge. Plants flourish in the burnt land, and many depend on fires for propagation of the next generation of plants. Human settlement disrupts this cycle. Thus, years of dried debris and overgrowth provide fuel. Wet winters giving way to dry summers do this as well.

Today, the winds are down from yesterday. Usually, a light steady prevails in my area, but even that can have its effects. I’ve lived in California most of my life, but I never get used to fires as a normal part of life. I loved the wind until I came fear its effects. Today the Sandy Fire is likely to be contained, but there are fires elsewhere that need attending, and more to come. Fortunately, family and friends offer us places to stay should we need to evacuate, as we have offered them.

Flood & Fire

And famine, too, with drought, fuel and fertilizer costs rising, and a lack of people to bring in the crops. Bankruptcy, permitting foreign countries to buy up fertile farmland and watersheds to feed their own is not right. We won’t discuss healthcare and skyrocketing insurance. Capitalism at its finest. I love being a commodity.

About 3 days ago a sprinkler head broke and sprayed a ton of water into an open window – the window into my studio. Paper loss, book loss, furniture loss. Hours spent cleaning up the water and discarding unsalvageable things. Fortunately, all can be replaced. I put my clothes into plastic bags, threw away art paper and books beyond redemption. We bought a new dresser at Ikea and the esposo put it together for me. The bright part, though, is I am being forced to clean up and sort out my stuff – junk – crap – whatever. High time.

And today, the wind is up, and there are fires here in my neck of the woods. Hopefully we will not experience the devastating losses of Malibu and Altadena and Camarillo and Ventura and other parts of California, the US, and the rest of the world. All this makes for a sense of life being precarious and unpredictable – which it is – but which I don’t find especially enjoyable.

Okay, enough about this and that. At least I am not mentioning locusts . . .

Preparations

It appears to be human nature to procrastinate and avoid the potential dangerous realities that lie ahead. We are certainly guilty of it. One thing we have decided is to get our proverbially acts together on many levels. Today’s job is to prepare for possible evacuation. The fires in Los Angeles make it very clear. And having seen the beginning plumes of the Palisades Fire as it began while sitting in an office, I need to be realistic.

Today has been taking a lot of time for me – Josh is easy enough. I, though, need more to keep my little mind from going nuts. He can put together a backpack of stuff, and I need more than a back pack . . . I need to pack papers and documents, electronics and their attachments, cameras, musical instrument(s), basic art supplies, writing supplies. Inky (our dog) needs food and water. We also have put together our hardly gourmet instant food pack, water. The cars have full gas tanks.

Why these preparations, some of which will be completed later today? The winds are returning over the next two days and so is the possibility we could be burnt out. After spending hours today, I am glad we are doing what we are doing as it would be a terribly slap dash and not well thought out way have to beat a hasty run for safety.

Blown Away

There is an expression, “An ill wind blows no one any good” that comes to mind today.  Perhaps we had an ill wind; perhaps not.

We had no electricity for two days.  The reason was the fierce winds flying through drought-ridden Southern California.  We didn’t get fires, although other places did.  Winds were recorded at up to 38 mph in my area.  No trees fell, luckily, but a few branches and dirt are all over the place now.  Our electric company, So Cal Edison and others, have a program called PSPS – Public Service Power Shut-off.  The purpose of this program is to keep power lines downed by winds from starting the types of fires that rage through dry country and burn entire towns, such as Paradise, CA, a few years ago.  Inconvenient if you like electricity, but better than burnt-out cities.

Living without electricity has become an almost eerie event.  By this I mean we are so lost without it – and without the internet!  It is as if you are picked up and plopped down onto a desert island.  We passed the time reading books by flashlight and Kindle-light.  Fortunately, the electricity doesn’t power our water or water heater.  Our stove top works with gas, which we can light with a match, even though the ovens are electric.  We also had to do dishes by hand and are now, with the electric back on, have access to washing our clothes, our dishwasher, and so on.  The phone service, though, was delayed by a few hours, and with that, the internet.

Despite a lack of electricity, I managed to do some rather bad watercolors by flashlight, and cleaned up some piddly crap.

My life is back to normal.

Life is back to normal, too, in Washington, DC!  I hope that our new President can turn around this country’s divisiveness, handle the pandemic, and lead us out of the mess of the past four years.  I hope we find a return to cooperation rather than “me, me, me” and “no, no, no”.

TTFN.

 

The Burn Begins

It’s January 14, 6:30 in the evening.  At 5 pm a brush fire started 3 miles from our house.  It was 87F this afternoon, with more heat to come, and winds 30-50 mph.  The wind is pushing it in our direction.  There is a 4-6 lane freeway between the fire site and our house, and multiples of houses.  All it takes is a few sparks blown on the wind, and all hell can break loose.

I am not happy.  No rain except a shower in 4 months.  Global warming, of course, does not exist, and all this is “weather”. Here is the twitter link:  https://twitter.com/VCFD+