For the second time in four years, San Diego is one big bonfire, with small patches of unburned quiet in which hundreds of thousands cower. My parents are among those who are on the run. Just last night, we’d considered their home our haven should we need to flee. Now we are the ones in our home, and they are in the hands of fate, unable to reach our house due to the road closures and fire walls.
As of now, the Halversons have not been told to evacuate, and are staying put as instructed. But we are packed and ready to flee within minutes of the order.
I don’t know what the days ahead hold, but I’ll have my laptop and try to be responsive to everyone. Thanks for all the emails of concern that I’ve received so far.
Wish San Diego luck.