As they cautiously reached Sunset Boulevard, Trainor, an attorney, remembered witnessing enormous flames on either side of the road and plumes of smoke rising from the Pacific Highlands.
She saw jets dropping water from overhead as people got out of their vehicles and ran towards the seashore.
“With ash falling all around us and the wind pelting the ash into your face, it felt unreal, like a disaster movie in slow motion,” Trainor said.
In Sierra Madre, to the east, Karen Maezen Miller, a Zen Buddhist monk and educator, has been caring after a 109-year-old Japanese garden for over thirty years.
She left her spouse at a run on Tuesday night as the Eaton Fire’s flames danced behind them. Miller, 68, said, “We could see the fire in our rearview mirror.”
Because everything went so quickly, I didn’t even want to look. All I wanted was for my hubby to drive constantly. For a short period on Monday, she thought the winds,
