Here in the Sierra mountains our summers are punctuated with short jabs of fear when we get a whiff of acrid smoke and wonder…is it a fire? Or when we see these huge, rapidly growing clouds that don’t have anything to do with rain. Fire. Our homeowners insurance premiums are outrageous, and many of our neighbors have had theirs cut off since their companies won’t cover them anymore because of where we live. It’s considered high risk. Every time I get a letter from our agent, my heart beats a little faster as I wonder if this is our termination notification. Finding replacement insurance has become difficult, and tales of annual premiums reaching $5,000 have circulated around for a few years. For some people, that means they’ve had to sell their homes.
Welcome to Northern California.
My husband and I had ran errands all day long, and as we crested the last hill on I-80 next to our exit, I noticed a cloud. I knew it was closer to our us than I was comfortable with. I also knew I had to get home so I could check the status. Before reaching my computer, I got a call from a friend, telling me where it was. She said 25 miles, but she’s further down the road than I am. For me, that was only 16 miles. 10 minutes later, we were compiling an evacuation list, and gathering critical documents, where they still sit on the dining room table. My camera is packed and contractor bags are placed strategically around the house, copies of the list next to them.
The fire is not currently threatening any property, but it also isn’t contained and these buggers can easily get out of hand. It will be a long week, and hopefully, no one gets hurt. Good wishes, prayers – all are welcome!
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