Before the Woolsey Fire raged near Malibu, Calif., in November, hundreds of bikers gathered each weekend at the Rock Store for pancakes or a cup of coffee before riding through the Santa Monica Mountains on the twisty road called “The Snake.”
After the fire swept through the area, not much was left standing – except, somewhat miraculously, the popular biker bar.
The Woolsey Fire was one of the largest fires in Los Angeles County history. It burned for two weeks, destroying 15,000 structures and decimating almost 100,000 acres. Three people died.
Now, more than a month after it swept through the area, the air still smells like ash. The surrounding hills are an eerie blackened moonscape. Burnt rubble and twisted metal are all that’s left of whole neighborhoods nearby.
Amid this destruction, the Rock Store became a makeshift community center — even without power or a working telephone. Dozens of people rolled through to check in, including actor Keanu Reeves.
Vern Savko and her husband, Ed, bought the Rock Store in 1961 and ran it, together, until Ed died in 2012. Vern is 90 now, and their son Rich runs the place.
Rich Savko set up barbecue pits to cook off all the food they had left and shared it with anyone still in the area. They used a generator to boil water to make coffee that they handed out. The American Red Cross set up shop in the parking lot. Rich hasn’t let anyone pay for any of it.
“It seemed really tough around Thanksgiving,” Savko remembers, sitting outside on the patio. Tears well up in his eyes. “People obviously lost all their homes and things like that, but they sat out here and had Thanksgiving dinner. The guy across the street cooked a huge turkey. People didn’t know where they were going to go or what they were going to do, but fortunately we were able to light some battery-powered lanterns and celebrate.”
On a recent day, even though the bar is officially closed, a few dozen people roll though to check in — including actor Keanu Reeves. A group of firefighters gather in the parking lot.
One of the people who lost everything is 76-year-old Gary Jones. He’s lived on the ridge above the Rock Store for decades.
Jones ignored the initial evacuation orders, and by the time he tried to leave, the fire had surrounded his house. He got trapped behind a big metal gate at his property line.
“I called my wife and said goodbye and asked her to pray for me,” he says.
After about 10 minutes, he managed to force the gate open and drive through the black smoke down the hill to safety. When he returned a few days later, the house was gone. He had to leave in such a hurry, he lost three of his five dogs.
Today, a tall brick chimney looms over a stretch of blackened stone where he used to live. A bathtub is about the only recognizable object in the rubble. A shell of a car sits in a melted garage.
“We’ve been doing some sifting,” Jones says, pointing to piles of ash. “I found my wife’s wedding ring. Turns out rubies don’t melt!”
There’s not much Jones can do these days. He’s waiting for a hazardous materials team to come inspect the mess and authorize him to take everything to the dump. He says he’s actually excited.
“This is a blessing in disguise,” he says. He had storage containers on the property, containers “full of decisions that haven’t been made yet.”
“And when you finally clear out the storage container it has a feeling of cleansing. That’s kind of what I feel like. All the problems I had were gone,” he says. “I’ve got some new ones now. But you know, everyone talks about turning the pages of a book and it’s true — I’m turning the pages of a book, but the book is getting more interesting.”
These days, the signs of progress are small. Residents are combing through property, hoping to find mementos that survived the inferno. Roads are opening and power is being restored. Shoots of grass are starting to poke out of the ashy soil.
And last weekend, the Rock Store officially opened for business for the first time since the fire.
The smells of frying bacon, pancakes and coffee cover up the scent of ash in the air. Vern Savko, who bought the place more than 50 years ago, sits in a booth drinking tea, looking around at her grateful customers.
“It’s so great to see everybody, you know? They were worried about us, so it’s great. I cry every time I start ….” She trails off and her eyes fill with tears as she scans the blackened hills around the store. “But we’re here.”