The View from San Diego
I'm in San Diego for a few days, visiting my mom. Things are quite intense here, even in the relative safety of La Mesa. Smoky. Only recently this afternoon did we see any blue sky, despite the fact that it should be crystal clear. There's just been too much smoke to see the sky. I was supposed to get together today with a friend who lives in Lake Elsinore, but his home was surrounded by threatening clouds of reddish smoke. Given the fact that his home might be at risk, his wife (understandably) wanted him to stay close to home. Maybe next trip.
They tell us to stay inside. Not to exercise. From what I'm hearing on the news, it's not that the particulates of the burning wood, brush, etc., are particularly (cough) unhealthy, what we're most at risk from inhaling are the carcinogens from the burnt homes--more than 1600 of them--their construction materials.
The thing that I'm most struck by is how fragile it all is: our cities, our civil order. Yes, this is the worst disaster in the history of California. Nearly 1/4 of San Diego County has been burned. If the pincer of the two fires, one from the south, one in the north, had squeezed the city proper, how could services have coped?