Fire, fire everywhere

My "problem" of topic location has magically resolved itself. I find myself in the midst of the worst fire recorded in Southern California history. The work site is in an evacuation zone, so reporting is out of the question. Not that I would be able to, as the fire's front is a scant four miles away.
We spent a good part of the night preparing the girls for travel, each getting to pack a massive fifteen gallon tub with whatever they wanted, gassing the vehicles, assembling animal carriers, performing ad hoc backups to the file server (yes, we have a one, don't you?), and general "let-s-get-the-hell-out-of-here" activities. Checked out the flashlights, sorted out some "traveling" tools into a bag, gathered food for humans and animals, made sure the gas wrench was to be found, rounded up the extra electronic chargers, and threw in a power strip for good measure. We consider ourselves pretty self-contained, but like all plans, we will not know until we actually enact the plan.
Hopefully, we will not need to do that. But, as life is so wont to do, it is the unexpected that tests one's mettle.