The ash and smoke is so bad in Long Beach (I can't imagine what it's like elsewhere), that I have been holed up in my apartment the last two days, with all the doors and windows closed. My head is pounding from breathing the same stale, recycled air, but at least it's not filled with charred dry brush.
It was like this two years ago, when half of Riverside burned to cinders(Riverside real-estate actually went UP*). I remember going to class in a dull orange haze and coming back to see my windows frosted with ash. Blech.
I'm actually afraid to go outside. Even to check the mail- it's that horrible. And my shit isn't burning! A few months ago, during that ridiculous Griffith Park fire that they couldn't put out because they couldn't get any firetrucks up the mountain and/or were prevented by the ghost of Griffith J. Griffith, I thought that my girlfriend's house, which is all of half a mile from the burning hillside, was going to be covered in ash and smoke for the net few days. Instead, the updraft from the Golden State freeway (the 5), created enough pressure to launch that nastiness across town and have it all settle directly on beautiful Glendale.
I imagine that is a similar effect of what is happening now; with fires raging all around Los Angeles county, and Long Beach bearing the brunt of being downwind from Malibu AND that Irvine firestorm, we're getting "beautiful sunsets" I can watch from the gray, stained windows.
It's a grey Halloween this year people.
*ZING!
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