We had just bought a house up on the ridge in June for my wife's teaching job. Finally moved everything in and was getting my woodshop up and running. I am still working in the Northwest remotely.
Barely got the wife, 3 year old and dog out. Spent about an hour literally carrying disabled neighbors to their cars and wasn't willing to risk my daughter's life any longer. We couldn't go down and had to go up and over the mountain. Evacuation took six hours, then we kept on going back to Oregon.
Confirmed last night through LEO friends who went to my property and took pics for me. 100% loss. My trusty Jeep and truck, all ammo and firearms, entire shop, and generations' worth of treasures gone. Every toy and book and piece of art, all of the furniture my dad and I built, every gift ever received and everything we still owe debts on. The fire apparently took its time as there isn't much left to dig through.
We have three days' worth of clothes, one Wavian can, two Yaesu radios, 12 MREs, a case of water, and a few tools to get off the X. Have fire coverage and working with USAA, but that is already working out to be not a pleasure if for no other reason than the circumstances.
The ham radios saved our lives when we were making decisions. Never got an evacuation order and never saw a fire fighter or LEO in our neighborhood. Not at all a dig - they were working their asses off in Paradise and we could hear their efforts and acts of courage over the radio. Much respect to those folks.
Mostly grateful that I got my daughter out. It was touch and go for a while. But now we're definitely starting to feel the grief.