For many reasons, people want to see an end to 2017. Here in Northern California, in our beloved wine country, it was an unforgettable year. Trauma, devastation, near misses, great loss, a bounty of human kindness and a plethora of images and words told by some of the greatest storytellers.
I've been following the stories of friends and strangers via the internet, social media and in my friend circles. I asked one author,
Nathaniel R. Winters, if I could share his journaled stories. You'll find them below. If you have your own stories to share, please do so in the comments. If you like what you've read here, you may find more of Winters' work here:
Nathaniel Robert Winters
So many want to close this year out and begin anew with hope, strength and the help of others. The outpouring has been spectacular, but let us not forget that we still need to give our money and more importantly our time. Please give a thought to the victims of these fires as we move into the new year.
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Battle Lines
10/16/17
Yesterday we drove up the Napa Valley headed back to St
Helena after a five day evacuation from smoke and fire. But arriving at
Oakville we discovered the fire was coming over the ridge tops and backing down
the mountains towards our homes. Two choppers were filling up water and dumping
on the flames. Two large fixed wing aircraft were also attacking with
retardant.
The battle goes on. The winds calmed down and the powers
that be believe we are safe. I hope they are right.
This morning I masked up and took Rue for a walk, watching
the two choppers continue the fight. I flashed back to other another battle
line reminding me of Nam. Thursday the weather men are forecasting rain, the
first winter wet down after our usual summer drought.
It would appears some prayers are about to be answered.
"They" say there are no atheists in foxholes...This not quite kosher
guy is not so sure about prayer but it couldn’t hurt.
From Hell
Flames surround us
here in Saint Helena
north in Calistoga and over
the redwood pass in Santa Rosa
Flames surrounds us
south in the vineyard hills above Napa
southwest in the Valley of the Moon
smoke is suffocating thick as syrup
Flames surround us
the land I love my Eden is on fire
Should we stay or should we go?
Electric power, phones, internet is out
Flames from hell surrounds us
We pack one car—leave the other
What to take--what to leave?
Whatever—we flee to San Francisco
Mother Nature's Plan
Fires
in the Redwood Empire
are
as natural as fog on S.F. Bay.
Pacific
high pressure plants
over
Nor-Cal sending storms away,
causing
summer drought.
Vegetation
dries out
just
waiting for a spark.
Flames
explode burning
dry
grasses and low timber.
Redwoods,
evolved in this clime,
with
thick smoldering bark
and
green needle crowns
in
the heavens above fiery hells,
survive
and turn fog into raindrops
quenching
big trees thirst.
Autumn
comes and high pressure
moves
south for the winter
like
snowbirds to Florida.
Rain
returns, redwood cones
opened
by summer inferno
drop
seeds, baby redwoods
grow
in the ashes.
Brown
and scarred black hills,
magically
turn green.
Deer
prance and mountain lions stroll
coyotes howl, and life goes on...