“Forty Hours” A First Hand Account Of Last Week’s Fire
Published on Thursday, March 01 2012 11:58
By Jeff Ruiz
“What a beautiful sky …” I thought to myself as I lounged in the hot spa, looking out through the sun room windows. I’d had a sleepless night, owing to the noise of high winds, and had risen earlier than usual. It was morning twilight in the six-o’clock hour, and the sun had yet to rise over the eastern ridge of Stone Canyon. The clouds were coloring from light orange to deeper orange and back again.