Whenever I tell people that I hate, with a passion, the city and county of San Diego, people look at me like I have two heads. EVERYONE loves San Diego. Who doesn't want perfect weather, beaches, and a laid-back attitude for life? Me, for starters. Although F-town is universally acknowledged to suck dead donkey dick, that was my home. I was cruelly and unforgivably wrested from it, and was forced to put up with a psycho assfuck stepdad whilst looking out the window at one palm tree, Tijuana, and a 7-11 I wasn't allowed to go to because it was allegedly full of gun-toting Mexicans looking to rape white women. That and a lot of crying and baby puke. None of this is San Diego's fault, but just being there gives me a headache. People say it's pretty and to me it's the fugliest place on earth, though better than L.A. in my opinion. And who the hell puts carne asada on fries? People in San Diego, that's who.
And now San Diego is ON FIRE and causing my family much anguish. As I write this, my mom is packing up her Volvo and is about to evacuate her new house in the 'Mar because there are raging fires encroaching on the very tony property in her area. Mom's house sits under a very scary, brushy mountain. When I saw the house for the first time, I looked up at that hill, which overlooks I-5 and the beach, and said, "well, if that thing ever catches fire, you're fucked." And here we are today.
San Diego had firestorms of a similar magnitude four years ago. Ash fell from the sky like hell on earth but the only land truly threatened was out in east county. East SD county is an odd ecosystem that can't choose whether or not to be desert or mountains, so it is both and neither at the same time. It hardly ever rains out there, so it is very susceptible to fire. Mom lives closer to the ocean, but as fire has proven itself to be able to cross twelve-across freeways with no problem, she is in the line of fire (literally) and is on her way.
As I write this, the fire has to take out all of Rancho Santa Fe (the most expensive zip code in San Diego) and the polo fields that lie to the east of my mom's property, plus a few hundred houses, before it would get to her place. She lives on the Del Mar/Solana Beach line off Via de la Valle between San Andres and I-5 if you want to track it on a Google.
And let's face it: do you think that those nice mega-rich people are going to let their mansions burn to the ground? No. Money wall. I think (and hope) that mom's place will be okay.
Posted by Zerd at October 22, 2007 12:30 PM