This week’s fire started near the 60 freeway, which, if you commute, is already a daily dumpster fire in traffic. Of course it did. Flames danced along the hillsides like they were late for brunch, while the rest of us sat in our cars, watching the smoke plume grow. It’s like nature’s version of a slow clap: “You thought rush hour was bad? Hold my beer.”
By lunchtime, the sky looked like a bad Instagram filter. The sun turned a creepy orange, the kind you see in sci-fi movies right before the aliens land. My neighbor Karen started hosing down her roof, which I respect, but Karen’s roof is made of wood chips and dreams. The firefighters must have been rolling their eyes from the engine.
The Evacuation Dance (We All Know the Steps)
For some folks near the Box Springs area, the “voluntary evacuation” notice turned into a family meeting on group chat. “Should we grab the photo albums or the good wine?” Spoiler: we grabbed the wine. It’s a very Moreno Valley thing—prioritizing what matters, even if it’s a bit silly. I saw a guy load his PlayStation into his truck before his kid’s bike. Priorities, people!
The best part is when you have to decide which “important documents” to save. Is that tax return from 2017 really vital? Or is it better to grab the dog’s favorite squeaky toy? Spoiler: the dog wins every time. My cousin actually packed his cat and forgot his laptop. The cat looked at him like, “This is why I don’t trust you.”
Fast-growing wildfire in windy Southern California triggers evacuations
