February 16, 2022

February 16, 2022

The best part of home is our view East towards the mountains. We never tire of it. Our back yard is normally private and ultra-quiet. But three times in the last two years that tranquility has been shattered. In the summer of 2020, we witnessed wildfires on the mountain that lasted nearly a month.

Then in November we were awaken in the middle of the night by what I thought were explosions. Aimee thought somebody banged on our wall several times. We learned the next morning that it was gunfire. A police officer fatally shot the owner of the house we can see on a hill to our East. Apparently, the cop was called out on a wellness check and the elderly owner answered the door carrying a gun. Tragic in every sense.

And then tonight we look out the window and see a house on fire. Something very flammable must have been involved because the structure was totally engulfed in flames. It wasn’t just burning wood. Aimee and I are thinking our little piece of paradise might be fragile.