COSTA RICAN TIMES
Four months after the misnomer of the “Camp Fire,” the devastation in Paradise was worse than I’d imagined. Like death, nothing prepares you for it. Though only 15 minutes away, I put off going up there as long as I could. Yesterday I drove through the town to my previous favorite meditation place in the area, Paradise Lake.
We passed hundreds of fire-gutted homes and businesses, many empty lots with only a chimney standing on them, and hundreds of cars, half-flattened and sitting on rims, already rusting from the heavy winter rains.
Look in one direction, you’d see an above ground pool with nothing around it. Look in another direction, and there was a crumpled child’s swing set.
There were countless burned and downed trees, evergreens and deciduous,
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