After three hours of white-knuckle driving on the 101-overcrowded with desperate evacuees-we found temporary refuge in Buellton at the “Flying Flags RV Park,” where a menagerie of motor homes and sleek vintage Airstreams welcomed us. The newfound vagabonds included: professionals from Santa Barbara with their cats and dogs; Ojai ranchers with their goats (and a llama); and us, a faculty family evacuated from Cate Boarding School with three chickens. That night, the park hosts ironically lit a gas-fueled campfire, and we gathered together: toasting smores and sharing our stories along with hopes and fears of what was to come. If it were not for the smokey, ashy air and the dire circumstances, it would have been an exciting vacation with spectacular sunsets and colorful company.