Dear Friends
It’s only an hour to Napa. I drove there early this foggy morning for an art quilt workshop, and was surprised at the brisk 7 a.m. Sunday traffic. All of us heading to church!
I was wondering if I’d see any fire damage in the hills on my way — None! (“Because of the rain, the foliage has come back strong right away,” one woman said.) Downtown Napa along the river looked the same as it did when I visited last summer. I’m sure I’d see more burnt-out places farther north and west. One woman who lives in the area said they were exiled from home for a week, then returned to a place that still reeks of smoke, feeling grateful and also angry — at PG & E (the power company that many blame for sparks and dry brush near their lines.) I also discovered that Napa is a plain little town with a strong Mexican edge and a center that caters to tourists. And of course, I walked across the bridge over the Napa River.
I love to be getting to know my home state!
Love,
k
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