The winds here are dead flat calm, which gives the firemen at least a fighting chance. Fallbrook to the far northeast and Julian to the east are still threatened, and the Witch Creek fire is still uncontained, but without the Santa Anas these are tactical struggles.
Slept easy and woke up to a chill morning feeling like something had drained out of me over the night. Put the 870 back in the safe.
School is canceled for the Hobbit and the kids, but I’m heading in this morning.
Funny the little things you sweep up when you bug out. The Biscuit took her school yearbooks and I grabbed my stack of flight log books. I don’t know why I did that, I’m never going to put another military flight in there, don’t intend to be an airline pilot and haven’t even opened them in years. Just a collection of scrawls – aircraft bureau number, type, flight time, approaches and landings. Instrument time. Black ink for daytime, red ink for night flights. Green ink for combat. Nothing that would be of remotest interest to anyone else. There are no special memories attached to any of the entries, nor even any of the books individually. They had once been valuable to me though, and I had always taken a secret pleasure as one book spilled into a second, then a third, then a fourth. Couldn’t leave them behind.
Update: A thousand people have lost their homes, and of the 500,000 who were evacuated most remain displaced. I’ve lived here now for a bit over 6 years but – having seen San Diegans facing adversity – can say that I see them now in a new light. Qualcomm Stadium was one of our principal evacuation centers and had to actually turn away donations of bedding and supplies. I’m proud of this city in a way I wasn’t before.
Still, people will need help and if anyone is interested in making a cash donation, the local branch of the American Red Cross will gratefully put your generosity to work.