Fire on the Horizon

Tuesday evening a fire started in the brush up by Lizards' Mouth, just a little northeast from Goleta. It started out small and firefighters got on it right away, but then by Wednesday evening it started to get quite large. It even cut out electricity for several hours in Goleta. Here's a picture Toby took of it, from his parents' house:

As you can see here, you can definitely see the flames from their house, which is off Patterson.

Everyone up from Glenn Annie and in the La Patera Canyon have been evacuated. People between Glenn Annie and Fairview are on evacuation warning.

I'm really hoping this gets contained soon, but that brush up there hasn't burned since a fire in the 1950s. According to the latest news reports, the fire is only 5% contained.

I'm worried for Toby's family's house for all the obvious reasons. But I'm also worried for our wedding reception as it is being held there. If they don't contain this soon, we'll have to come up with a contingency plan quickly. Don't get me wrong--I'm definitely concerned about the people whose homes are threatened and all--but I can't help feeling I'll be upset if this significantly changes my wedding plans and things don't turn out as nicely as I hoped. I'm not trying to be selfish or unreasonable. It's just that I've been dreaming about this for a year and half now, thinking meticulously about every little detail. And it's not stubbornness--it's just I feel like if things don't work out nicely it's like there will always be a little tinge of regret that I didn't get to see my dream totally come true. Normally I'm pretty roll-with-the-flow I think, and I don't get my panties all in a twist if things don't turn out the way I expect. But this is different. It's hard to explain.

And another part of me is thinking back to our "playa wedding" at Burning Man which got derailed by a major dust storm. Sure it makes for a good story now, but it's hard not to take it as a bad omen. I mean, seriously, we're going two for two here. Why does something vaguely apocalyptic always have to happen when Toby and I try to get married? Well at least we'll have a total of 3 ceremonies. Third time's a charm, right?