The family unit and I are camped out in a seedy motel in La Mesa, having been evacuated from our lovely home. It's going to be too close for comfort. It already is. But many in SD have lost their homes already.
My older brother, a former volunteer fireman, talked me out of standing and fighting the fires, with talk of third degree burns and burn units.
Then a deputized sheriff lady showed up in my drive way and basically ordered us to leave. A funny, and unpleasant feeling.
We could see flames in addition to the towers of smoke on the way out. I think it is moving away from us, but it is going to be close no matter what.
The precise analysis of the actual location of the Harris Fire appears to be here.