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Olinda Village puts up a fight for its homes

Some residents leave but hold on in spirit, as others stick it out.

IN THE FIRE ZONE: FACING THE WORST, HOPING FOR LUCK

November 17, 2008|Joe Mozingo, Mozingo is a Times staff writer.

Helen MacDougal and her daughter started up the road on foot Sunday, as wisps of blue-gray smoke wandered the blackened landscape like errant ghosts.

The prospects for their house were dim.

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The renovated double-wide in Hollydale Mobile Home Estates sat in a deep, narrow bend of Carbon Canyon, in the little Brea community of Olinda Village.

MacDougal had just bought it with all she had left from a divorce. She had no fire insurance and was making just enough on her schoolteacher's salary to support her son and daughter.

She could barely stand to think what was up ahead. But she had to find out.

Sheriff's deputies wouldn't let her drive back in.

Olinda Village, like much of the Chino Hills in north Orange County, was under mandatory evacuation.

About 7:30 p.m. the night before, the fire crested the ridge above MacDougal's home. Timber started popping and ash rained down. Firefighters ordered everyone out.

The 120 homes of Olinda Village are surrounded by the cinder-dry brush of Chino Hills State Park. Only the two-lane Carbon Canyon Road connects the village to the outside world.

MacDougal wasn't going to leave, but her 11-year-old son was frantic. "Everybody else is leaving," he said. "We have to leave."

So they jumped into her Toyota minivan and raced down Carbon Canyon to her mother's house in Fullerton. All night they watched the news, but Olinda seemed just an afterthought as the fire raced from Yorba Linda toward Chino and Diamond Bar, on opposite points in the hills.

MacDougal's daughter, Megan, 16 -- who evacuated with her homework -- cried because she thought they were going to be homeless. On the news, they saw the little plastic owl that is tied to a fence on their street. Behind it was a glowing wall of flames.

Not everyone left Saturday night as ordered. Robert Wilkinson, 75, wasn't about to. Since moving to the village 32 years ago, the retired firefighter had been through three other major fires.

He watched the blaze on the ridge in awe. The wind was blowing the smoke away, so he could see the flames in sharp relief against the dark sky. "That's one of the pertiest things," he said.

Wilkinson knew there was no second-guessing his decision.

"You're pretty well committed when you say you're going to stay," he said.

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