The second thing is the brush fires. The house we moved to when I was six had a view across the San Gabriel Valley, and when there were fires in the mountains above Pasadena, we could see the red lines crawling up and down the rumpled landscape ten miles distant. I was always impressed. But the most spectacular season of fires I remember came just a few years before I left Los Angeles. By that time, I lived on the valley floor and had lost the view, but one year the fires were so intense that for several days, the sky was a roiling mass of smoke which turned the sun so dim that it could be looked at directly, and by night, the ashy firmament nearest the mountains would glow lurid red with the reflected light of the fires which had produced that dark ceiling, which could be clearly seen over the entire brightly lit city. It was a sight both splendid and unnerving, and I have long thought that this must be how the sky looked to the doomed onlookers at the eruptions of Vesuvius and Krakatoa and Thera. As often as I have seen fires here in Butte County, I have never seen any as spectacular and disturbing in their effect as those I remember from Los Angeles. The memory almost makes me regret that I'm not there to see those they are having now.
Two Things
The second thing is the brush fires. The house we moved to when I was six had a view across the San Gabriel Valley, and when there were fires in the mountains above Pasadena, we could see the red lines crawling up and down the rumpled landscape ten miles distant. I was always impressed. But the most spectacular season of fires I remember came just a few years before I left Los Angeles. By that time, I lived on the valley floor and had lost the view, but one year the fires were so intense that for several days, the sky was a roiling mass of smoke which turned the sun so dim that it could be looked at directly, and by night, the ashy firmament nearest the mountains would glow lurid red with the reflected light of the fires which had produced that dark ceiling, which could be clearly seen over the entire brightly lit city. It was a sight both splendid and unnerving, and I have long thought that this must be how the sky looked to the doomed onlookers at the eruptions of Vesuvius and Krakatoa and Thera. As often as I have seen fires here in Butte County, I have never seen any as spectacular and disturbing in their effect as those I remember from Los Angeles. The memory almost makes me regret that I'm not there to see those they are having now.
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