We're home after ten days in North Carolina and Virginia.
I was excited about the trip and afraid to go. From the preparations, you'd have thought we were leaving for the moon.
Two days before we left, I opened a safe deposit box at a bank only a block from the fire station. Hunted down all the important papers of the last five years and personal history from forever, plus sentimental jewelry and photographs. Took second-most-important papers and back-up hard drives for our computers the next day.
We moved burnables away from the house--patio furniture into the living room, propane tank behind a stone wall.
Denny cut back the foundation plantings so nothing touched the house. I heavy-watered the beds, thankful for the hot hours spent earlier this summer installing drip and soaker.
The part that made my heart thump was setting up the cat carriers on the dining room table so our next door neighbors could be out the door with our cat family in less than five minutes.
You think I'm afraid of wildfire?
Aerial view of Bastrop fire destruction, by William Luther for the San Antonio Express-News.
The week we left, fires burned in San Antonio and Austin. The Bastrop fire, burning since Labor Day weekend about an hour's drive from here, is 98% contained today, after burning about 55 square miles including more than 1,600 homes, killing two people and who knows how many farm animals and wildlife. And pretty much all of the country's westernmost loblolly pine forest in (formerly) beautiful Bastrop State Park.
View from our hotel toward Asheville, NC and Blue Ridge Mountains.
The cats are satisfied to have live-in servants again. The orioles and most hummingbirds have flown on. While we were gone, deer began eating my potted porch plants.
We have a home, we're good.