...six of us were out in the desert riding, with no idea of the conflagration going on back home.
Afterwards, we got the radio reports of fires in our neighborhoods (and a small plane crash in my
part of town, too), so no one was sure they'd have a house still standing upon our return.
But how to get home? All the roads from "East County" back to SD were closed, so we were stranded.
After it got dark, we could see glowing fires all over the place; totally surreal.
Left home at 5:55 AM; got back at 9:00 PM (and extremely grateful to make it at all). Soot and ash
were covering everything (inside too, as my windows were open), and the smell of smoke was/is
incredibly strong. Still, of course, I am extremely fortunate compared to many. People on my
street were hosing down their roofs, and I know a number of fellow riders who were evacuated from
their homes.
All in all, I'm glad I got in a ride 🙂
Bill "ol' red eye" S.