Five or so years ago during the last (?) fires, my son's carrier was doing workups off the coast when he had to divert into San Diego late one night. He shot several approaches at North Island to below minimums, he did not have the gas to get to Lemoore, Miramar was already closed, and he finally got into Catalina. He still talks about it as the most eerie sureal moments he has ever had in the cockpit.