Hellscape

I grew up in Altadena, California in a beautiful 1930's home nestled up against the base of the San Gabriel mountains.

At the top of Mom's block, there is an entrance to Eaton Canyon.

Eaton Canyon is one of my favorite places in the entire world.

I've walked those trails with my mom, my sisters, my husband, my kids, my dogs, my friends and sometimes, just myself.

I love that canyon.

Last night Eaton Canyon exploded in flames. Fueled by the Santa Ana winds, the entire area is now a fiery hellscape.

Mom's house is right in the middle of the orange area.

Her street was listed by name on the first mandatory evacuation order.

As of this morning, the fire has burned more than two thousand acres and is zero percent contained.

Mom is safe and sound in Burbank, and the neighbors we stay with when we're there are also okay. 

When I started writing this post, I was convinced our house was gone. I have since been informed, as of an hour ago, that's not the case. A miracle. I hope it holds.

It's a spot of good news in what has been a heartbreaking day. I am so sad for my friends and family in Southern California, and I mourn that beautiful canyon.