Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Trying to find words for my feelings tonight, I have to go back to 2007. Fallbrook was on fire. We had moved our two Great Pyrenees dogs and three cats into my shop, all of us sleeping on a big blow up mattress which covered the floor. We disregarded the evacuation order and decided to go down with the ship.
All the local fire engines were fighting multiple blazes elsewhere, things looked very bleak, Fallbrook was to ultimately lose over 240 houses that night.
Around dusk we got the word that another fire was heading east from Camp Pendleton, right towards our downtown encampment. Another huge blaze was coming down the river from the east, right towards the ranch. A large blaze crossed Mission at Ranger Rd. We were trapped between multiple fires.
Around midnight we walked the block behind our shop to the Cal Fire office. If a cop had seen us we would probably be thrown out of town but we had to know our fate. We wandered in and asked if our house in the canyon still survived. The captain said that he didn't think so, that it was in the line of fire. Leslie and I asked him to send the dozers in, to try to save us but he feared it was too late. But he would try.
We wouldn't know our fate until the next day. We were one of the lucky ones, the fire eventually turned and our home was spared. America may not be so lucky.