The reports of those horrendous wildfires are truly shocking: the number of them, their extent, their apparent inextinguishableness, and the deeply saddening before-and-after images of street after street of destroyed homes, now literally just ashes. Not just homes, but lives, memories, hopes. Beyond awful.
Of course, given the state of the planet, other places in other countries have burned up too, but it’s in the nature of LA to grab the headlines; and, for me anyway, there’s the connection that my last overseas trip, back in the Before Times of early 2020, was to that city.
Regular 😀 readers will remember that, as well as doing the official Viking cruise line promotion thing, I took the chance to do a charity dog walk in Runyon Canyon. See top photo, sigh. It was fun, getting off the streets, walking a cute dog, observing all the others out in the canyon enjoying nature, gazing across the valley to the Hollywood sign, all that. It was, admittedly, dry and scrubby to my eyes, but still, a welcome break from tarmac and skyscrapers, and clearly appreciated by the locals.
