One of the glorious things about living in California (versus DC) is the weather — warm, sunny, dry, with low humidity. But with that comes fire.
Last year, fire marched up the hill where my friends lived, stopping only blocks away from their house. Last month, fire consumed thousands of acres in the mountains south of San Jose, where my company’s CEO owns property; we gazed stunned at the photos he took of flames shooting hundreds of feet into the sky. And today, a fast-moving, wind-blown fire came with a few blocks of friends in Stockton.
I generally feel safe from fire, living here in a little green enclave near downtown San Jose. But today’s fire came very close to friends who live on a lake, so I don’t think that green surroundings are much of a buffer when the temps are in the 90s and the humidity is in the teens.
