Eighty mph winds on Wednesday night tore through Pasadena and South Pasadena, which were officially declared to be in a state of emergency. Begininng at midnight, we had no power. I plopped Sabine in the car and drove around the next morning expecting to find a few fallen trees. Instead I saw pieces of our corrugated metal roofing strewn about the grounds of our apartment building a la The Wizard of Oz. Swinging electrical lines brushed the top of our car as we made our way down the street. And on practically every block, massive fallen trees lay on top of houses and cars.
Since there was no power, there were no working stop lights and too many cars were taking advantage of this fact. There was a working train/metro, but again, no stop lights or train crossing warnings--the train was just sort of blowing through our main intersection with the ringing of a few bells. No stores were open which meant a sad breakfast, no supplies, no gas and more importantly, no coffee after a very long and sleepless night.
Being outside feels a lot like being trapped in the movie Night of the Comet (a cheesy horror movie from the eighties that is totally amazeballs by the way).