Good Morning!!!! 44F @ 10:15AM here in Chico, CA. Some clouds this morning will give way to generally sunny skies for the afternoon. Expect widespread areas of smoke and haze, reducing visibility at times. High near 65F. Winds light and variable.
This time last week I was running round the house picking up things and putting them into the truck, getting ready to evacuate the advancing flames of the Camp Fire. I also spent an hour or so trying to get a neighbor's fire truck started, but was unsuccessful. When I returned home I found a Sheriff's deputy in the driveway marking the mailbox as to my evacuation status. He warned me that the fire was moving my way, and I had only a few hours to get out. I kept packing.
On one trip outside I noticed a CalFire man walking down the hill, to I went up to him with the Kubota side-by-side to see what he wanted. Through soot stained lips he explained that he was scouting and wanted to see up the canyon, so we rode down to the house so he could look around. He told me it wouldn't be long before my route out would be cut off by fire as we parted back at the top of the hill.
As I rolled the last of the two motorcycles into the trailer I had one eye on the horizon where a huge plume of white smoke had been growing all morning. The thundering boom of exploding propane tanks punctuated the quiet two or three times an hour. And the wind started picking up. The power went out just as I finished a sweep through the house with the smart phone, making a video of what I might not ever see again. There were many tough moments while I decided what to leave, and what to take. With no water pressure to fight a fire, I made my decision to leave.
On the way out, I stopped at the scenic view just a few yards up CA70 to watch the fire. Huge plumes of orange dotted the advancing line of smoke on both sides of my canyon, and it was already well on its way to Paradise. Convoys of firefighters passed every few minutes, and the other folks gathered there at the side of the road were very quiet, concern on all their faces. Cell service was spotty at best, to I headed south, stopping when I had enough signal to bring up Kayak and make a room reservation in Chico. It was about then that Chris texted back, telling me to get my butt to his and Rebecca's place. That started a four hour trek that was right out of a disaster movie, complete with pitch black skies, snowing ash, and tons of people acting absolutely crazy. I've never been so relieved to find safe haven in my life.
It didn't last long, though, as a lady in an SUV came careening through the neighborhood blowing her horn and shouting "evacuate" out her window. It was about 10PM, and she said she worked for the Chico Police Dept. and had gotten a warning call. Chris took us to Lee and Cara's place near the Chico State campus, away from the flames advancing on the east side of town where we hoped we'd be safe. We met other refugees, and huddled around the TV watching amazing scenes of destruction that only hinted at the confusion and chaos that was the Camp Fire. We were able to return to Chris and Rebecca's the next morning where we found things as we left them, the power on, though ash still rained down from the sky.
That's pretty much been the status quo ever since. Smoky skies with an orange red ball on good days, more ash, and lots of uncertainty. Firefighters are making progress in battling the flames, but are far from having the upper hand. People go around in N95 particle masks, lending an air of bio-disaster movie to our trips to the grocery store and Home Depot. The blame wars have started, with PG&E featured in a starring role. Ambulance chasing lawyers are signing people up to class action law suits, and FEMA and many insurance companies are setting tents up in parking lots all over town to do a land office business in disaster recovery. But mostly me and over 50,000 fellow evacuees wait for word on when we might return to what's left of our homes, and especially for word that there's something to return to. I guess that'll be the new normal for some time to come.
Yesterday I made it down to Oroville to pick up my mail. All of the east bound exits from CA99 and CA149 were blocked by CHP and National Guard troops. The post office had a bushel basket of packages and mail for me, kind of like Christmas came early. It included refills of all my prescriptions, which I'd ordered just a few days before the fire. Perfect timing, as I'd forgotten the meds on my rush out the door. Dropped by the local BMW motorcycle dealer, and helped a fellow customer ferry his new-to-him motorcycle home. He evacuated from Magalia, and still didn't know if his home burned. He couldn't be without something to ride, though, hence the bike. A man's gotta have his priorities.
Still counting my blessings here, but it looks like the waiting game will continue for the foreseeable future. I'll contact an electrical contractor in the next day or so to get the ball rolling on that big propane powered generator and transfer switch, that's for sure.
Hang in there, gang, Friday's comin'!