About an hour before we were going to be heading up the pass, we got a phone call from Hubby saying he heard that I-5 was closed due to the raging fires. There was a detour available but we pretty much knew the only detour in that area was going to take us west, out to the coast and up through Santa Barbara. Not good. Our only other option was to change our route, heading east, out to the desert and coming into LA the back way. The exact same route I had taken the week before when I went to The Drivers house. In fact, we stopped at their house to use their bathroom. Our detour added more than an hour to our trip and we were already behind the eight ball as to whether we were going to get there before dark so all we had time for was to say hi, thanks for your toilet and bye!
None of us had ever driven this route before past the 395 turn off but GPS rocks so we were good. It was just a long, long, long drive. The sun was starting to go down and we were getting more nervous by the minute. C called to say that fires had started in their area too. Very close to where she lives. As we got closer, we could see the smoke and flames. It looked like the fires were right in her back yard! Neighboring towns were being evacuated but so far her area was safe.
Once the sun went down you could see how bad the fire really was. It looked like a wall of flame just roaring down the mountain.
The air quality, as you can imagine, was horrible and the schools in the area closed for three days. C's kids didn't have to go to school, AKA:the husband didnt have to go to work because he works at the kids school and Mom could have stayed home. Oh well...
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Those poor people! Wow. I can't even imagine how I would feel, knowing my house was hidden behind a wall of fire and smoke. God bless those people...
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