…an impossible post to write.
Red Dog has survived the firestorm. We stayed after mandatory evacuations; some would say that was crazy on our part, others who know Tom and I will understand that we did not take this decision lightly. Nor did we make it alone. A few other neighbors also stayed and we worked together to patrol our area, protect what structures we could, and work out our exit strategies if need be. I cannot even come close to telling the stories that you have probably already read in the papers and on social media. The network news has also showed the viewers a peek into the depth of the tragedy that unfolded in the very late hours of Sunday, October 8th.
I can say that when we went to bed on Sunday night, it was peaceful. Several hours later the wind was shaking the house and moments after that we smelled the smoke and rose to see that the sky was orange in three directions. And so began a week of ups and downs that left us exhausted but grateful. PTSD is a very real thing; I can feel it even though I am standing on property that remained unscathed. I cannot even fathom how people who lost everything are feeling this stress.
So, rather than creating a week-long scenario on this blog, I am posting some pictures from the debacle in no particular order or theme. They just moved me…
The rebuilding of the Santa Rosa area will be slow and painstaking…keep us in your thoughts and prayers.
Love, Tom, Deb, and Honey