I yelled at my wife Helga, “Let’s get out of here!” A wildfire was unfurling on Atlas Peak, several hundred yards above our house.
Sunday, October 8, 2017, was the last day of the
Safeway Open golf tournament at the Silverado Resort in Napa CA. Unlike
last year’s gray and rainy week, we were blessed with warm and sunny weather.
Sunday afternoon was particularly windy. Both my wife Helga and I had volunteered
to help—I verified admission tickets to the Corporate Hospitality suites, and
Helga was on the course supplying shot link yardages to the TV commentators.
At the end of the Open (about 5:30 pm) we were exhausted
and elected not to attend the free food, wine, and music event that the officials
provided for all volunteers (over 1000+).
A relaxing “Cocktail Hour” and simply prepared food at home seemed the
better alternative.
At about 10:30pm our lights and TV went out. We groped in the dark for candles and iPhones
(mainly for the flashlight function). Minutes
later the TV and lights came back on, at which time we noted exceptionally loud
winds roaring through our back yard. It
was quite windy earlier in the day, so we thought nothing of it. The lights
continued to flicker until our 11:00 pm bedtime. Then we both sensed the unmistakable
stench of smoke.
We stepped into our back yard. There were fierce,
acrid, smoke-filled winds battering our patio umbrellas. A glance up at the horizon revealed an orange
sky above Atlas Peak behind the Silverado Resort. (Our home is in the Silverado Springs
development, just around the corner from the Resort.)
I drove to the entrance of The Springs, and noticed an endless stream of vehicles coming down Hillcrest Dr. from the Highlands, an area above and behind
The Resort. Another glance up Hillcrest confirmed it: a billowing, orange
killer was working its way down the hill toward us. I yelled at Helga, “Let’s get out of here!” Back at the house, we quickly put on some street
clothes, grabbed our meds and toiletries and started looking for a safer place
to spend the night. (The Resort and nearby residential communities were
completely evacuated by 1:00am.)
During the next five days
(two in a hotel and three with close friends) we overdosed on information provided concurrently by the following: San Francisco TV stations, Nextdoor.com, Nixle.com, the
Springs HOA, as well as emails, texts and phone calls from friends and
relatives. My mind was spinning, and I
began to intermittently fantasize what our lives would be like if our recently
renovated home was destroyed. The
ceilings above our bed provided no clarity at 3am.
The TV stations provided
immediate coverage; ground and air photos were eye-popping. Billowing, dark plumes of smoke expanded, as the
voracious orange flames took their toll on the dry vegetation. Unfortunately, none of those images informed
us to what extent the Resort and the Springs were damaged (if at all), and
whether or not there were any casualties.
Our next source of
immediate information was Nextdoor.com, a social network for communities and
neighborhoods. It is a loose blend of Facebook and Craigslist. Email postings soon
confirmed that the evacuation was casualty-free, but it also noted that much of
area above and near the Resort was devastated.
But there were still no specific postings about our neighborhood or many
of the other residential areas.
From Nextdoor, we learned
about Nixle.com which provides live, up to the minute information via email and texts from police,
fire department, and other government agencies providing emergency public
services. We glutted on information regarding which roads were closed and which
areas were under advisory or mandatory evacuation.
Eventually, from the
above information services we determined that the Springs was not severely
damaged. Meanwhile, the Police were admitting quick, escorted (one at a time)
emergency access by car to retrieve medications and clothing. If not an
emergency, a multi-mile, unescorted round trip by foot was permitted. More
information was posted to Nextdoor by many of those people as to which areas
were burned out and which were not. Finally,
a clearer picture was forming.
Texts and emails from Nixle
advised that the evacuation order for the Resort was lifted, and we would be permitted
to enter our home on Friday the 13th. Friday the 13th no less! Our home and
the entire Springs community was definitely blessed; ash and other debris were
the only visual evidence of what deadly forces passed by us. Several of our
friends who lived in other areas were, unfortunately, not so lucky. Their homes
were destroyed. A damage report, by area, posted on Nixle indicated that at
least 134 homes and condos were lost. Many of our friends' homes were part of that total.
When we entered our home,
it smelled of smoke. Electricity was
functioning, but gas was still disconnected. Hot water was unavailable, the
furnace was not functioning, and even though we spent the evenings and mornings
clothed like skiers, we were home!! On
Sunday the 15th PGE connected the gas. I took a photo of the workman and posted it
on Instagram and Twitter, and told him Hollywood would be after him. We
exchanged a high-five and he went to the next house. We were very lucky.
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