Think Malibu and most people think beach. But that's just the hem of our garment, the far edge of this hamlet between the mountains and the sea. Up in the hills it's trees and shrubs and scrub and grasses, almost none of it native, nearly all of it flammable. So when you're walking high up above the houses and you hit a meadow gone all gold and gleaming you think, ooh, pretty; uh oh -- fire.