The Los Padres forest fire….
Ojai, Lockwood Valley, the Sespe, and me.
I spent a few years of my childhood in Ojai - my dad worked variously on the Rincon, in the LA area, in the South Pacific, and at the Nevada Test Site, but we “lived” in Upper Ojai, halfway from Ojai Old Town to Oxnard. We moved to Old Town Ojai in 1954, spent a couple of years there, went to school at Monica Ros’s private place (Mom taught there, didn’t need a certificate since it was private….); moved back to Texas in between but then lived in Upper Ojai from 1956 to 1959 (at which point we moved to Vegas….another whole life and story….)
So the fire there is of major interest to me. So far, it’s burned places we used to watch the condors soar, have picnics, play in the snow….
Sad. I don’t like California’s overweening millions (all of whom want to bring their big bucks here, and turn my nice quiet country life into their version of paradise/my version of hell), but I’m very sad that this fire is destroying so much that I remember with fondness from a child’s pespective.
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