The smoke is everywhere. There is no local escape from it. The road just north of us is closed. We drove around tonight to take a look. The sunset was hauntingly red as it dipped behind the mountains to the west. It is difficult for everybody to breathe. The campsite that I was recently at has reportedly suffered some loss. No word yet on the extent of the damage, only that Adobe Canyon Road - the road that leads up to the park - has lost several houses and that the fire has moved up the mountain from both the Sonoma and Napa side.
I am tired of talking about it. There is no easy or reliable escape from the thoughts of doom. Raquel wishes to flee the region. Every year now it is the same - the recurring season of horror, fear, and restlessness.
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