Santa Barbara Burning
We were walking down Hendry's Beach, my three-year-old son and my dog and I, just after six p.m. on Thursday night, waiting for the moon to rise over the bluffs and light our way. But something looked weird over the ocean. A thick cloud of some kind. Smoke from a wildfire. When the moon finally appeared, it was blood red and angry and half-hidden by the massive plume. Everything was becoming terrible.