It's a wrap......
For a couple of days you wander around with this strange sense of loss......like you almost don't deserve the real sleep and the ability to sit down and eat.
We got a little of that when the El Sur part of the fire wrapped. When the blockade lifted there were all these non-fire guys on the roads. The checkpoint was gone.....no more dropping off meals to the CHP's......no more learning not to duck when the helicopters flew over with loads of water just overhead......no more feeling like we were helping. We weren't special anymore.
So....the blockade was lifted in Cachagua last night. There was none of that post-wrap depression. We are all sick of this shit.....the silly blockade and evac order.....all that. Being able to get up and down the mountain was a huge relief.....like finally getting out of that cold, sandy swimsuit.
This morning it was 48 degrees and foggy. I had the heat on in the car, for chrissakes. All the poison oak has turned bright red.....overnight. It is like Mother Nature has turned the corner as well. And, instead of the letdown because of the discontinuation of that sense of community......we have a much strong bond around here than we had three weeks ago. I get goosebumps when I hear Bear's voice every morning.......
Today we have backburns in the area west of Los Padres Dam.....and mopping up along Anastasia Canyon and the Valley road down to Piney Creek. The evac order for Martin Road and the Hardesty Ranch will probably be pulled tonight or tomorrow morning.
The new hotspots up by Pine Valley do not represent new progress on that front according to those who should know.
So....all is calm. Well, all was calm before! Grandpa Fred says that if everyone would just go home and get out of his front yard, the fire would go to sleep all on its own. Of course, no one would be taking in a grand a day on the government nickel anymore, either. Toddie still hates James, a bunch of people still hate Toddie, a bunch of other people give Toddie props for pitching in to the community.......and Toddie is finding use for his 52 weeks of anger management classses.
Oh..........and the Sheriff is still an incompetent asshole.
And the Volunteers and the Firefighters are still hard at it and still heroes.......still in the wet swimsuit. I apologize to them for mentioning sleeping and eating sitting down.
If no one has gotten the point......the Cachagua Volunteers deserve all of our praise and respect and thanks......and some damn cash. Rod had a $1000 challenge grant.....which I think is insulting. A lousy grand? Come on folks.......I spent $1300 on Thermo-Gel I won't need because of their skill and hard work. We all ought to be good for a grand each, don't you think?