Escape RouteLooking to the east as we descended the parkway, at least four bright orange glows illuminated the darkness. The iridescent reddish light was unnerving. The acrid smoke obscured any flames we might have seen, but their height was frightening. Yvonne, Lindsay, and I were surrounded by the approaching firestorm.
I entered Chanate Road, a westbound spur off the Parkway, and that eerie feeling returned. The hair on the back of my neck stood. It was dark. Nothing but silence. No other car travelled along Chanate Road. |