The fire and me May 9, 2007Posted by Jeff in Zook.
Even in L.A. it’s not every evening you get a view like this from your front door …
I was never in any danger. The fire got to about a mile from me at its western flank, about halfway between me and the Griffith Park observatory, but a lot of houses and flatland would have to have gone up before I would have had to get out. Not that worse things haven’t happened in the history of Southern California fires, but nothing this big has ever come this close to me before.
I had heard at work that there was a fire in Griffith Park, but Griffith Park is over 4,200 acres, and at the time it didn’t seem that big. I got off the Red Line and stopped in a coffee house on a side street where I got involved in a book. I left about 7:30 pm, just before sunset, and started up Vermont … at which point I couldn’t help but notice that it seemed as if everything north of Los Feliz Boulevard was on fire. And we’re talkin’ forty-foot flames here.
My mind is boggled that no houses were lost, although as I write this the fire isn’t out yet … and over 15% of Griffith Park is gone.
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