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Rosso – Rebuild Santa Rosa

Rosso – Rebuild Santa Rosa

Rosso Pizzeria on Montgomery Ave. teamed up with neighbors GoguetteBread and Riviera Pasta to host lunch on Sunday October 15 for friends and neighbors as a way to heal and connect with each other. This was a chance to meet Martha’s parents who moved to Villa Capri on Fountaingrove about eight weeks ago so that they could be closer to Martha and her sister Sally.

Things were going so well, Martha took her her vacation, planned months in advance, to Croatia. She returned on Tuesday, October 10. By then, this is what her parents new home looked like.

Villa Capri Fountaingrove

The Remains of Villa Capri – the Oval of Ashes

Martha’s sisters picked her up from her trip with the news that her own house was okay but that she was under an evacuation order (which was overly cautious — she was not). They all huddled at Sally’s for several days, so this chance to go out and socialize was very welcome. Martha loves Rosso’s pizza and her father really enjoyed the Pesto Penne. Martha was thrilled to see them both sip a little wine — this would improve their much-needed afternoon nap.

David and Lilias

We enjoyed a Monepulciano d’Abruzzo from Faranese. It was nice to start to unwind after such a stressful week. We chatted with people at the tables around us and shared stories. The food was great!

Like many people, I eat to self-sooth. Most choose sweets, I like really good bread. GoGuetteBread decorated the bar with special loaves made for the occasion.

Warm farewells all around as Martha and her parents went to her place to give Sally a break. Don’t they look great for being in their 90’s? Thanks, Rosso, Riviera and GoGuetteBread!

Tubbs Fire – Narrow Escape

Tubbs Fire – Narrow Escape
Tubbs Fire Santa Rosa CA

My House Is Red X Lower Left, Hwy 101 Bisects Santa Rosa

My phone rang at 1:30 a.m. It was barely Monday. The woman said, “This is Kim, your next-door neighbor. I’m in Dallas and I can’t reach my husband. There are fires in your area.” I had smelled wood smoke three hours earlier when I left the Roxy in downtown Santa Rosa, which would be an inch or so south on this map. I was leaving “Blade Runner” by the side door and felt like I was emerging into another scene of the long movie because the wind was gusting insanely and particulate matter was ricocheting through the air — mostly leaves on this October night.

“Mark West Springs Road is on fire,” (blue line at top of map) “and they are evacuating our homes. I can’t find my husband.” I asked if she wanted me to knock on his door, so she held on while I went outside. The wind was gusting violently and our garbage cans had been knocked over but the street was quiet, his car wasn’t there, there was a light on in the house but no answer to the doorbell. (red X at lower left)

“There’s an evacuation order for our neighborhood — did you receive it?” Kim sounded anxious. Well, there was one for an adjacent neighborhood but our street was silent.

“Wait,” I said. “Geez, all the doors on the street just opened and everyone is coming out. There is a new alert. The evacuation zone has been expanded to include us.”

“Get out now,” Kim said. “Go to Finley Center now. Round Barn is on fire.” The historic old barn is on the other side of the freeway so I took a few moments to grab the Trust Documents and my passport, my computer and the backup drives with my client info. People were driving crazy on my short 2 a.m. trip. I got one of the last parking spaces and went inside to something that looked like registration day for first grade. Lots of dazed kids clinging to parents trying to hold it together. I promptly crossed the courtyard to the Senior wing which the parents apparently did not know about. Emergency personnel were streaming into the Senior wing, but no civilians.

I picked a corner near a power outlet and plugged in my phone. It dinged again, a text from Kim. “Fire has crossed Freeway. Hopper evacuated. K-Mart on fire.” Now, this isn’t supposed to happen. I believed:

  1. Forest fires don’t happen in cities. We have nice, polite, one-structure-at-a-time fires that are near fire hydrants.
  2. Fires don’t cross the Freeway. It’s, like, a zoning regulation.

The two green circles show the 101 Freeway that separates the rich on the right side, from the poor, on the left (sinister in Latin, gauche in French). The strong diagonal line at the left edge of the yellow hashmarks is the SMART train track. My house is on the “other side of the tracks.” That was lucky, because the tracks became the main firebreak that everyone thought the freeway would be. We were shocked when the flames leapt over.

We have three hospitals in the area and two were evacuated at the same time I was. They are both in or close to the yellow area you see above — one up by Mark West Springs, and Kaiser Hospital which is just east of the square “492” exit sign for the freeway. The mobile home park adjacent to it, “Journey’s End,” was incinerated.

So were all the homes in the Coffey Park area which is the piece of the fire stretching down toward my house. They stopped it about a mile from my house. They stopped it 11 houses from my friend Alice’s house. My friend Joyce was not so lucky. Her house is now about six inches high (see photo below), and they had to leave behind her husband’s car because he cannot drive. He had been released from the hospital just a few days earlier after an eight-hour operation on his heart. As they fled, their neighbor’s house was already in flames. They couldn’t get to Finley center because of the gridlock on Piner Rd.

Tubbs Fire Coffey Park

Joyce’s House Monday 9 October 2017

The Senior wing filled up quickly and soon I heard a familiar voice. Carolyn and Rich Gibbons were there, in their pajamas, because they left their Brush Creek home promptly. Kim found her husband, a city worker, had been called in at midnight to cope with wind damage. Later, he said, “The winds on Sunday night were breaking off big tree limbs and blocking Fountaingrove Parkway. I couldn’t stand up, the wind had to be 60 mph.” (PG&E measured winds of 75 mph.) “From the top of Fountaingrove I saw the fire come down from Calistoga, then JUMP to Mark West Springs Road. It didn’t burn through — it was like a torch being lit. It was a terrible sight.”

This is what daybreak looked like on Monday Oct 9.

Tubbs Fire Daybreak

A couple of hours after I took this picture, I walked a mile through the thick smoke to bypass the police barriers and found my house standing but the electricity and gas off. I shuttled back and forth for a couple of days as the fires continued, but the high winds forecast for Wednesday night sent me to Jill’s in Petaluma. Thursday evening, the electricity was restored. On Saturday afternoon, PG&E turned on the gas and re-lit the pilot lights on my furnace and water heater. The fires are not out yet, but many of us are feeling more hopeful.

NYTimes article with charts and graphic showing how and why this fire got so big so fast. My friend Janice lives a few blocks closer to the edge of the fire — her condo is only a half-mile from where the fire was stopped. She moved here to be closer to her daughter and two grandchildren who lived in Coffey Park. Here is their house now.

Janice’s Daughter’s Coffey Park House

Women In Conversation

Women In Conversation

Had a great time at the Press Democrat/Sonoa County “Women In Conversation” event at the Sonoma State Campus, compliments of my friend Linda H. who gave me two tickets for the 3:30-6:30 Experience. My favorite was Clo’s company, Clover Dairy, who gave me TWO free bowls of coffee ice cream — a new flavor for them.

My friend Joyce R. took this picture of Clo in her denim dress. Many of the women in attendance were wearing beautiful dresses and shoes. The women motivational speakers were wonderful, including the sensational yoga teacher, Trish Pascual. We had chicken-finger sandwiches, shrimp with mango salsa, small batch chocolate, cold-press coffee, hibiscus tea and some amazing gazpacho from Ramekins.

There were doctors offering free blood pressure tests, interesting to Joyce whose husband is in skilled nursing for a few more days, recovering from double-bypass surgery and the installation of two new pig-valves in his heart. We were gratified to learn there are several post-op services specializing in long-term heart wellness after surgery.

Kortum Trail

Kortum Trail

Saturday Saunterers

Beautiful hike on the Kortum Trail with the Saturday Saunterers led by Joe Tenn while Bob Martin is in Europe with Eva.

This hike follows the north section, from Blind Beach to Shell Beach. The trail starts from the cliffs above Blind Beach, overlooking Goat Rock just to the north. The trail heads south along the exposed coastal bluffs to Shell Beach, a sandy pocket beach surrounded by jagged offshore rocks. En route to the beach are southward views that span all the way to Point Reyes.

We visited the big rocks where Martha says that the smooth spots, high on the rocks, were rubbed to that glossy finish by mastodons with itchy backs. They were also festooned with chalk in the cracks from boulderers. The sky was clear and the Pacific very calm, the way it is in late September.

Sign at Shell Beach



We saw this tuft of pampas grass as we walked down to the black sand of Shell Beach. I suspect the black sand is not from shells, but from the black rocks that mark this sharp cliff. The walk back took a slightly different route which seemed even steeper. Kathy, hiking with us for the first time, got into some difficulty but old pals Rich and Richard made sure she got back to the cars safely.

I spent the walk back trying to find someone to go with me to Earlfest later that day. Jason and David already had tickets through Kaiser, and neither Marsha nor Frances wanted to go.

We drove down to Goat Rock beach and had a nice lunch on the logs and a chatty, fun ride back. Great day, until I got home and discovered my cell phone had fallen out of my pocket. Made some panicky calls to Rich and Richard and, whew! my phone was discovered and promptly returned. Completely blew Earlfest off my agenda. I sewed the pockets on those pants halfway closed before I went to bed that night. Hope I don’t make THAT mistake again!

Lake Berryessa Labor Day 2017

Lake Berryessa Labor Day 2017

Lakes Hennessey and Berryessa

I set a goal to boat at Lake Berryessa, and prepared for this on my way back from the Solar Eclipse by going to Winters on I-5 and learning the route past these two lakes to Calistoga. I got my chance on Labor Day, and boated with Cathey from Napa, and Brent Swinth. Because the temperatures had been wicked hot, we met at 8:30 a.m. which required leaving at 7 a.m. We were on the water by 9 and enjoyed several dips to cool off. We were off the water by 12:30 when the picnic grounds were filling up with music and fragrances of delicious food.

Lake Berryessa Labor Day 2017

Fairy Worlds at the Cannery

Fairy Worlds at the Cannery


September 2 was the final performance of Shakespeare at the Cannery, and Barbara H. and I saw Fairy Worlds which was a version of Midsummer Night’s Dream. Barbara had been preoccupied all summer with her daughter’s wedding and move from the state of Washington to Novato, so she won me back by taking me to dinner at LoCoco on Fourth Street. Because the Labor Day weekend was so blistering hot, she got away with buying me only a salad and a glass of wine, but it was good!

My skirt has no pockets, so my Fiat key is dangling from my bracelet. The politics of seat placement was interesting. I had a low, beach chair but Barbara’s was normal height, so we were sidelined. The performance was very energetic and fun. Beautiful acting, beautiful costumes, great audience participation, much enthusiasm.

Fairy Worlds

So much Shakespeare for me this year. Next year I hope to see both performances at the Cannery.

Brazil Camp 2017

Brazil Camp 2017

Sue Nelson and I signed up for the second week of Brazil Camp, but Sue had to move her participation to the first week and I could not join her because of the eclipse — can’t move an eclipse! Here are a few photos from the Saturday 26 August celebration that started at 11 a.m. and danced and drummed and paraded on until the 3 p.m. feast.

Dance Finale Brazil Camp 2017

The lady on the left joined us for lunch. She is a forensic architect who works on construction defects cases and had a fascinating story of how she got into that unusual line of work. Sue is dancing at the two o’clock position above.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0ByZ1PCtxW2o4S1dSZ0tabV9IZFE 25 second clip of circle dance

Sue Dancing

Sue Nelson During Quiet Moment On Main Stage

Eclipse 2013

Eclipse 2013

Eclipse Path in Oregon

Took a 1300 mile road trip to see the Eclipse in Lebanon OR, which is near Corvallis and Albany. I visited Ashland for the first time to see some Shakespeare, visited my sisters in Portland, met sister Connie’s two newest grandchildren, and spent an interesting night in Redding on my way back.

Starting on Sunday morning, we took a leisurely trip up I-5, stopping in Oakland, Oregon, a quaint town a few miles away from the freeway. We had lunch at Tolly’s, where it took me three tries to get the hard-boiled egg for my Cobb Salad. So different from the solicitous restaurant service in Ashland! Sharon and I went shopping in the quaint town and visited their many antiques stores and unique museum while Steve, who had been doing the driving, took a nap after lunch. The Oakland Museum has

Rooms full of furniture typical of many early Oakland homes, a bank exhibit, post office, general store and more. There is a clothing display, toys, photographs, tools and stories of Oakland’s history.

Sharon at Tolly’s

Len Rummel, Joe Dunne, Linda Rummel

Even though we left fairly early on Sunday, it was a hot day and it took about six hours to get from the Emigrant Lake County Recreation Area near Ashland to the Speasl Road farm of Len and Linda Rummel, world travelers and parents of Loren, a classmate and business partner of Joe Dunne, the son of my first cousin Steve and his wife Sharon.

We arrived late in the afternoon on Sunday, and Steve and Sharon were thrilled to learn that the Rummel’s farm had a full hook-up for their trailer, complete with power, water and sewer. This was important because both Sharon and her son Joe were suffering from an intestinal bug that I was happy to have dodged. I met Steve and Sharon’s daughter Erin for the first time, when she arrived at Rummel’s farm with two of her friends who were on their way to a conference in the state of Washington. She had driven them to the beach earlier in the morning, then all the way back to Lebanon in the center of the state and in the zone of totality.

The Rummels were having their annual friends & family reunion so there was a big dinner Sunday night with barbecued hot dogs and lots of food at the long table seen in the background in the photo below. I contributed a package of award-winning hot dogs from Whole Foods, and some interesting grilling sausages from Trader Joe’s, plus a loaf from GoGuetteBread in Santa Rosa. I was pretty tired, though, so I skipped the group dinner and just had some bread and cheese in the trailer and called in an early night. The Big Day would start in the morning.

Viewing Eclipse at Rummel Farm

Engineer Len Rummel and educator Linda Rummel had plenty of eclipse glasses for viewing. My favorite part was the tour of the artworks in the house while we waited for the sun and the moon to do their dance. What an astonishing collection of art from all over the world, and Len’s tiny sculptures of insects, displayed on the vast terrain of his bedroom windowsill. Then, the treat of getting to chat with their remarkable range of friends.

Len and Linda’s children were born in Arabia where they lived for many years, Len working as an engineer and Linda as an educator. Their love for islamic art, textile and rugs is evident in their beautiful, comfortable home which has benefited from many update and upgrades since they purchased it more than twenty years ago.

I was interested to see how their animals would react to the eclipse, including their chickens. They usually have a large vegetable garden, but did not plant this year. Probably good, because there were so many fires this summer due to the heat that particulate matter in the air was high and air quality was poor.

Len and Hound

The image below comes closest to my experience of the eclipse. Most of the viewers had not seen totality before and I could not help but announce as it was commencing, “here it comes. Bailey’s beads!” I just sat in awe during totality, but there was something different time. At about the 5 o’clock position, there was a purple edged brightness that become more prominent as the moon’s passage continued, before everything exploded back into light. It was a solar flare.

Oregon Shakespeare Festival-2017

Oregon Shakespeare Festival-2017

First Cousin Steve and his wife Sharon at Festival Stage Where We Saw Julius Caesar

Had a great time visiting Steve and Sharon who had their luxurious trailer at Emigrant Lake, complete with son Joe and his delightful children Kiah and Liam. Early morning at the lake:

Emigrant Lake

On Friday night we saw an impressive Julius Caesar after a superb meal at the Hearsay Restaurant 49 South 1st Street Ashland. Elegant jazz-style room and delicious crushed fruit aperitif. Saturday night was “Off The Rails,” a Measure for Measure mash-up with a musical about the Old West — great fun. Dinner that night was the elegant Alchemy Restaurant 35 South 2nd Street Ashland. We tried to get to the free “Greenshow” both nights, but the air was hazy and filled with particulate matter from the surrounding forest fires, so the free performance was cancelled one of the nights. We amused ourselves in the comfortable Members Center — luckily Steve and Sharon are members!

Steve Outside the Big Theater Where We Saw Off The Rails

No photos during the performance, but believe me, they were fantastic!