PINEAWEIGH- DAY SIXTEEN, Afternoon
It would be easy to complain about today’s hot weather here in Friday Harbor because it is very warm. But then, as we close drapes against the sun and arrange fans to our advantage, we scroll through photos of the Holy Fire in Corona, California and gasp.
Our friends, Tom and Diane Turner, who are aboard PineAweigh with us live at the foot of the mountain in the photo I have posted here. Hole Seven of the Trilogy at Glen Ivy Golf Course is all that separates their home from the mountain flames.
We don’t know how to pull the drapes against an arsonist, we don’t know how to shift the wind (and where should it go but toward the home of others?). We don’t know how to tell fleeing deer, rabbits, bobcats, snakes, skunks, and coyotes the direction best for them to run while their homeland is destroyed. The Turners minds run similar routes of confusion. They wisely turn iPads off.
What is that tune? What a difference a day makes; 24 little hours . . .
