I remember my ex-daughter-in-law (sad that she's my ex!) talking to me on the phone one day and telling me that by standing on a chair and looking out a certain window, she could see flames. Man, that is TOO close for my comfort.
I agree -- I used to keep all the important papers in one downstairs closet in case we had to evacuate -- loved the area but didn't like that part of it. Somehow watching the firefighting planes drop their chemicals while sitting on the back patio didn't make me feel very safe.