Orianne called. The house is burnt; we have lost everything. She needs me home and I get on the next flight from San Francisco to Denver.
I feel relatively calm and centered on the flight. I catch the earliest bus but as I get closer to Boulder, Orianne tells me there is an "evacuation readiness" order for the West side of Boulder. That is where we have our office and the last of our possessions.
We arrive at the office to a wild flurry of activity - a bunch of friends are there to bundle all our last valuables into cars and get them to a house in East Boulder. Mark and Annette, neighbors who lost their house, are right on it - I see they are sad and stressed but still focused on getting our stuff to safety. I am amazed that so many people are willing to drop everything to be there. It is uplifting.
Finally, Orianne and I get back to the hotel to hugs from my daughter and a good night's rest. We are together and nothing else matters.
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