melted cars, melted motorcycles, everything burned or melted... and the chimneys. Chimneys standing tall in piles of ruin. Lone towers that say, “Yes, there was a home here.” The madness of one fire followed by the perfect symmetry of another... as though the house gently tilted, fell down, and then quietly burned leaving the perfect outline of an entire wall imprinted on the ground.
Generosity by the boatload. Literally boats filled with supplies. Then armadas of small boats, paddle boards, wave runners... all ferrying donated supplies from the larger boats to the beach. A community call to action. Fuel, generators, water, food.... and thank God, beer! :) Community gathering spots where you could go to get what you needed. From horse hay and pellets, to toilet paper, eye wash, masks, snacks, water, canned food, fresh food, fruit... T-Mobile giving away phones to people who needed them. And to my knowledge, no one took more than they needed and everyone gave thanks for what they got.
Hours when nothing happened.
Shooting the shit.
Tears, laughter, complaints, celebration, and grieving.
Getting to know people in a way that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
And the first responders. Fire units, paramedics, and police, as well as people from the power company, water company, cable, phone, septic, and gas companies. Women and men from all over the country working around the clock. Sleeping by their trucks, camping out, and working and working. Working, I don’t know how many hours they would put in on a shift but I know that a lot of times it was 24hrs... +..... +.....+.... These men and women are examples of what it means to “be of service” in a way that we should all try to copy.
12 days… The power might come back on today… if it does, cool. If it doesn’t… well, maybe it will tomorrow. Fingers crossed.