For us, it happened at 2:30 a.m. Moments later we were pounding on neighbors’ doors ourselves, loading the minivan with photos, computers and keepsakes and arguing over silly things like what shoes and food to bring. We brought bananas, raisin bread and premade salads. It made no sense. And then we were slipping into one of the many streams of red tail lights that ran throughout Sonoma County, ribbons of cars and trucks inching along, many filled with evacuees unsure where they were going.