Surviving the Sonoma/Napa wildfires
Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 2:21 pm
Well, it's over for us, but many others are still mopping up.
We were order to evacuate our home in the Fountaingrove neighborhood (you might have heard of us on the news) Sunday night/Monday morning, so we gathered up some clothes and food (the power went out just before we left)... Lisa grabbed the dogs, I hustled my four favorite guitars and my Mac and archive drives, and we drove both cars down to San Rafael to stay in our son's mansion, figuring they'd have us back in a day or two. Oh, har de ha. That's rich, I'll say.
Many houses in Fountaingrove burned all the way down, with the wildfire coming within one street of ours on three sides of us... but thanks to the literally heroic efforts of our local firefighters and CalFire, it was stopped and our beautiful and beloved 1960's Cali bungalow was spared.
They didn't lift the evac order for Lomita Heights (our little pocket neighborhood in lower Fountaingrove) until Saturday, and while we knew the building had electricity again, we also knew there was no gas and the street was under a "boil water" advisory. But we wanted to be back in the building, so we headed back home.
We stocked up on food we can eat as it is, or can be cooked using only a toaster and electric rotisserie and moved back in. We already had an oil-filled electric radiator that we're using to heat the bedroom at night. We just bundle up in sweaters in the living room, and are slowly beginning to deal with the rush of emotions (mostly based in stark terror) caused by the disaster. We're also donating material to the shelters, money to a fund set up by our own credit union (a very trustworthy institution who is taking absolutely no admin costs from the fund), and I chipped in 100 bucks to help the sales manager I work with at Bananas At Large's Santa Rosa location rebuild his destroyed house (including his studio and all his instruments).
Air quality was pretty bad in Marin from the smoke, and not too much better here. Lisa and I both have a dry cough from smoke inhalation, but it's clearing up, and we may even see a calming rain Thursday.
One feeling I finally understand is the sort of weird pride you feel having made it through a story that led the CBS Evening News for a couple days. We are Santa Rosa Strong... we are The Californians, people who so love the land we live on that we don't let a little thing like a missing house change our hearts. And I've heard this phrase on the news a hundred times, but I've never been in the middle of it... "the incredible outpouring of love and assistance" that my fellow Santa Rosans are displaying is humbling in the extreme.
I want to thank the responders: SRFD, CalFire, the SRPD, the CHP, California National Guard, the amazing healthcare workers who evacuated the hospitals (which were also spared) and staffed the shelters: thank you for saving our home and our lives. I've never been more mentally worn out, more grateful for what I've been given, or more proud to live in the North Bay.
We were order to evacuate our home in the Fountaingrove neighborhood (you might have heard of us on the news) Sunday night/Monday morning, so we gathered up some clothes and food (the power went out just before we left)... Lisa grabbed the dogs, I hustled my four favorite guitars and my Mac and archive drives, and we drove both cars down to San Rafael to stay in our son's mansion, figuring they'd have us back in a day or two. Oh, har de ha. That's rich, I'll say.
Many houses in Fountaingrove burned all the way down, with the wildfire coming within one street of ours on three sides of us... but thanks to the literally heroic efforts of our local firefighters and CalFire, it was stopped and our beautiful and beloved 1960's Cali bungalow was spared.
They didn't lift the evac order for Lomita Heights (our little pocket neighborhood in lower Fountaingrove) until Saturday, and while we knew the building had electricity again, we also knew there was no gas and the street was under a "boil water" advisory. But we wanted to be back in the building, so we headed back home.
We stocked up on food we can eat as it is, or can be cooked using only a toaster and electric rotisserie and moved back in. We already had an oil-filled electric radiator that we're using to heat the bedroom at night. We just bundle up in sweaters in the living room, and are slowly beginning to deal with the rush of emotions (mostly based in stark terror) caused by the disaster. We're also donating material to the shelters, money to a fund set up by our own credit union (a very trustworthy institution who is taking absolutely no admin costs from the fund), and I chipped in 100 bucks to help the sales manager I work with at Bananas At Large's Santa Rosa location rebuild his destroyed house (including his studio and all his instruments).
Air quality was pretty bad in Marin from the smoke, and not too much better here. Lisa and I both have a dry cough from smoke inhalation, but it's clearing up, and we may even see a calming rain Thursday.
One feeling I finally understand is the sort of weird pride you feel having made it through a story that led the CBS Evening News for a couple days. We are Santa Rosa Strong... we are The Californians, people who so love the land we live on that we don't let a little thing like a missing house change our hearts. And I've heard this phrase on the news a hundred times, but I've never been in the middle of it... "the incredible outpouring of love and assistance" that my fellow Santa Rosans are displaying is humbling in the extreme.
I want to thank the responders: SRFD, CalFire, the SRPD, the CHP, California National Guard, the amazing healthcare workers who evacuated the hospitals (which were also spared) and staffed the shelters: thank you for saving our home and our lives. I've never been more mentally worn out, more grateful for what I've been given, or more proud to live in the North Bay.