Wildfires are no laughing matter, and as we speak, there are three burning in our area. One of them was/is just a few miles from our house right now, but the 80 km/hr winds are taking it past us, and not into town.
For the moment. You know how wind can be.
When we first were told to go look up the hill this evening, there was talk of packing some bags and getting ready to leave. Gerri started looking for things to pack up, and went into the bedroom to make sure that [easyazon_link identifier=”B000F1NFPG” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]wallets[/easyazon_link] and ID were ready to go, and to pack some clothes. You know, just to be ready. She’s really good like that. She likes to be ready for things.
I’m a different sort of bird. I like to think that I’m born ready, and any emergency will test my ability to adapt. Where she might take [easyazon_link identifier=”B0047PGM3I” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]four lighters[/easyazon_link], I rely on the few times I made a [easyazon_link identifier=”B01BWVWEHC” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]bow drill[/easyazon_link] as a kid and got a fire going that way.
In perfect conditions.
What I’m getting at is that when possible evacuation was mentioned, she started planning our escape in her head, but I was just sitting there thinking I would like to write a post and if the emergency workers came around to tell us to book out of here, I would grab the family, dogs and Cheeto included, and as much of the soap and [easyazon_link identifier=”B0084UUG16″ locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]soap making equipment[/easyazon_link] as I could, and head for higher ground. I would probably take my other pair of [easyazon_link identifier=”B00AWU1WTG” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]fat pants[/easyazon_link] and a couple of [easyazon_link identifier=”B01ALCHYNW” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]shirts[/easyazon_link] as well, because I may need to change in the next week, but basically I’m ready to go. I have the [easyazon_link identifier=”B00006IS69″ locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]Swiss Army knife[/easyazon_link] in my pocket, and a $50 bill. I know there is enough gas in the van to get us at least 300 kilometres away, so I had no worries there.
Good to go.
We then went up the hill from the apartment building in the first photo, to our friend’s place to see how close it was getting.
As we were going home, Gerri looked at me and said “Thinking of having to pack up go like that, really makes me realise how much we need to purge.”
10-4 on that Little Mama. I read you, loud and clear.