Ha ha – what a woos I am! “Rain puts a kink in outdoor living…”
How about FIRE!
The other day we were headed up the hill, car loaded full of cement and dogs, when we spotted a little whippet of black smoke on the horizon.
My husband drove Hwy 32 for his job, for years, he knows the country better than I do. He knew the fire was along the road somewhere, and we started to worry about our place. We have friends who were burned out of Concow, their places left like moonscapes.
At this point we felt safe the fire was not on our side of the road, but thought it must have caught the little housing subdivision above Fourteen Mile House, the smoke was so black.
At this point we had not seen any emergency vehicles, and wondered if we might make it through before they had to shut down the road for a staging area.
Traffic ahead of us kept moving, so we followed along. Then we came to the road block.
We thought we’d made it when we passed the firetrucks, but around the corner we were turned back by a very annoyed CHP officer, along with about half dozen other folks.
I thought we’d done all that packing up for nothing, but my husband was unperturbed – back in Chico, we swung around on Skyway and took a sweet tour of Paradise, before we headed back down Powellton, up Doe Mill, across Butte Creek and up Garner, which catches Hwy 32 up past the store. It took about 45 minutes from the road block, and we got some pretty damn good tacos at the truck there on Skyway.
This was another wake-up call. What if we were at the shack and fire came up that canyon?