I'll admit that many times a fire will arouse a thrill of terror in me. It's a human, but not very pretty, tendancy. Such a fierce disaster causes awe and fascination.
But this evening when I saw the photos coming from Catalina Island, of the flames destroying the inland brush and hovering over the city of Avalon like the jaws of a furnace, I could only feel a sick fear. I actually felt my throat tighten when I thought about the danger that was threatening the island I love so much.
So many wonderful things lie in the path of destruction: The Airport In The Sky, the Wrigley Arabian Horse Ranch, the buffalo that, well, roam the hinterland of the island…and as the fire peeks over the hill and into the city it glowers over Crescent and Sumner Avenues which house wonderful old hotels: the Glenmore (where Boyfriend and I always stay), the Hermosa "Sleep Cheap" Hotel (where dad stayed whenever he visited the island in the '40's)…and the glorious Casino. But if the fire reaches that, well, the entire island will by then be reduced to tinder.
It's night time now, and the water drops have ceased. They will be resumed in the morning, but for now Catalina burns alone.