We didn’t start the fire
It smells like campfire. It’s been ashy and gritty and hazy all weekend – from Santa Barbara to Camarillo to LA to San Diego. Looking at the Google Map makes me realize just how widespread these fires are. I feel like this happens every year and we’re sort of used to it, but driving over the mountain yesterday and seeing the red sky made me feel like I was an extra in a Lord of the Rings movie (sadly, no Viggo to be found). It’s eerie and scary and my hair is responding to the lack of moisture in the air. Teresa and I went for a hike earlier this year in Solstice Canyon, hiking through the ruins of a house burned down in 1982. It was strange, mostly because the house had been so set into the landscape when it was built that it was easy for nature to reclaim it. It makes me wonder what will happen to the houses lost this time around.
In more cheery news, I got a new jacket for snow that has tons of pockets (I’m a fan of pockets). It’s passed the approval of the skier – though he said it would be good for “sort of cold” days, which makes me wonder what I’ve gotten myself into….I also won free tickets to a closed performance on Friday with Josh Ritter. I’m not sure what to expect of a taped concert (or what to wear!), but I’m loving the price 🙂