

It seems like every year there are several fires in California. Luckily my parents' home has always been a safe distance away from them. Living hundreds of miles away from my parents, I didn't realize how close the fires were this time to their home until I received an email from my mom on Saturday. Here is part of what she had to say:
"Today has been an unusual and interesting day. Brent has been painting some walls in the house, so this morning I opened windows to air out the house. Awhile later I realized the air in my house smelled like smoke, not paint. There had been a wildfire burning northwest of us near Los Angeles, so I marveled that the smoke from that fire had blown this far. I closed the windows, despite the odor of the paint. Later as Lindsay and I sat at the table in the family room, we noticed fire smoke southeast of our house. Newscasts informed us the fire we were seeing smoke from was in Corona (where the I-15 and the I-91 meet) with a few houses in Yorba Linda involved. Later we learned there was also a fire north of Brea mall (near the 57), so smoke was coming at us from both directions.
Late in the morning it became eerily dark outside, and the sunlight we did see had an eerie yellow cast. The sun was a bright red; and when the sunlight shown on the wall or the floor, it left a pinkish cast. We all kept commenting on how it felt like evening because it was so dark. When I came home from the grocery store at about 1:00, there was ash falling in my yard.
About 2:30 I received a couple of calls asking if we could house some people from our stake who may need to evacuate due to the fire. We counted our air beds, sofas and extra mattresses and told them evacuees would be welcome at our home.