Friday, October 26, 2007

Wednesday morning (24 OCT 07)

This morning after getting coffee, I drive over to Rohr Park to take some photos of Mt Miguel in the distance.


At the far end of Rohr Park, a horse evacuation center has been set up. There are only a few horses there, but Dave who is there with his horses tells me I am welcome to give them some hay and and carrots.


They are pasture horses, and used to running free on a large acreage. Being kept in the pen overnight after having been evacuated is tedious for them and it's evident they are agitated. After tying the horses that are not his on the outside of the corral, I help Dave unhook the lead ropes from his horses so they may run around the pen while we talk about the area, about trails that we both enjoy - I with a mountain bike and he on a horse.

It turns out that horseback riders have endurance events too. He was tells me about a 35 - 50-mile ride that they take into the back country. Covering that kind of distance takes at least 5 hours or more on a mountain bike, and with all the climbing is especially difficult. It takes about that long on a horse too, and I'm as surprised that he would undertake such as ride on a horse as he is that I would do so on a bike. We both think the other is slightly crazy, but respect the other's right to be so. For the record, I've only done one mountain bike ride like that (but it was only 25 miles!). I was the only female, and yes, I was in way over my head.

Dave is the coordinator for Horse Evacuation and Rescue centered at Rohr Park. Although very few people took advantage of the this location, there are over 2500 horses at the evacuation center at the Del Mar Fairgrounds. I can't imagine the chaos there. Horses are very sensitive creatures. You can have 20 horses in a paddock that are calm and steady, add one horse that is high-strung and agitated, and suddenly you have 21 horses that are agitated and kicking up dust. Dave is thankful for the calm that surrounds us here in Bonita, as are his horses.

I leave Dave my phone number in case he needs any volunteers to help if things start to get crazy. Although most evacuations have already taken place, the fire is moving through Julian and across to Deerhorn Valley, and we may be getting overflow from Del Mar.

Evacuation areas are shown in red...
I check back with Dave and Dana later in the day, when my friend Stephanie and I return to Rohr Park and feed the horses some more carrots and ask if we are needed.
It is quiet, and the horses have adjusted to their temporary home. Dave says it's been almost like a vacation for him. He sits in the shade in his captain's chair by the lake (don't be fooled; it's a duck pond), watching the horses and visiting with folks who stop by the feed them carrots or just chat. A family came by, and Dave put the little daughter up on one of the horses and gave her a little horseback riding lesson. He said the mother was grinning from ear to ear.

We talk about how San Diego has pulled together as a community, and taken responsibility for its citizenry. I was in north central NJ on Sept 11, 2001, and commented that I didn't think I would ever see such a sense of community, neighborly concern, and kindness outside of the Tri-State area (NY-NJ-CT), least of all in California. I think San Diego is truly unique in that aspect. I'm so proud to be here.

Firefighters - Wednesday (24 OCT 07)

Early this morning when I go to the coffee shop, I find the Bonita-Sunnyside firefighters at Donny's Cafe heckling Donny about how Starbucks had brought them coffee the day before. Seeing them there, I am overcome with emotion.

I am still in my house because they are going out on the burning hillside and have chosen to put their lives on the line. I walk straight up to the closest firefighter to me, take him by the shoulders and manage to choke out, "Thank you," then hug him briefly, look at him and smile, and move straight to the second one. Tears well in my eyes as I hug him too, "Thank you for working so hard," and so on to the third young man, "Thank you for saving my home," and then I thank the captain, who greets me with a warm smile.

They ask me where I live, and then comment that I should be in no danger now. Of course I've always had great respect for firemen, but I have a larger place in my heart now that I have been so close to the horror. We are so very blessed.

late Tuesday images from the web

A picture is worth a thousand words...
Note: All these photos are from SignOnSanDiego.com.


High winds Sunday and Monday spread the fires very very rapidly. And I mean really really high winds...

This is an image from Rancho Carillo near Carlsbad late Tuesday. I don't think there have ever been fire evacuations so close to the coast before. The sunset was amazing on Tuesday night.
photo courtesy of shyrmp. Images of the Harris Fire, burning in Jamul, approaching Otay Lakes. This is the fire that was bearing down on Bonita-Sweetwater where I live. Even though the winds had died down, and at times shifted back to the East, we were not completely out of danger yet... I believe these are from Tuesday night.




The power plant at Mt San Miguel.