Monday 6th September
I am flying out of Denver, Colorado to visit the Bountea facilities in Sebastopol, California. The pilot brings our attention to a giant plume of smoke that is in our pathway. He tells us that there is a big fire west of Boulder in the foothills. As we fly over I peer down at the rough terrain, all rugged canyons and ponderosa pines. It looks like the mass of smoke is just north of our house on Escape Route in the mountains. We fly on with my stomach full of butterflies.
I get to San Francisco and phone my wife Orianne. She and my daughter Marisha were at the house and a firefighter told them to evacuate. He was quite relaxed and said the fire was burning away from us towards the north; they had time to get a few things together. Orianne collected the musical instruments, some clothes, my sister's oil paintings of Ireland, the computers and a few other odds and ends. Escape Route is a designated fire escape road between the canyons, so she drove easily into Boulder.
Everyone was safe. The fire was no present danger and Orianne and Marisha were in a very nice, Green hotel in Boulder. There was nothing to do but wait, so I might as well complete my work in California and come home later as planned.
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