That was an interesting experience. We had a wildfire just two miles away yesterday. Once I ascertained where it was, I realized it was area I'm very aware of. I don't think it was BLM land, but ranch land, so probably some isolated houses.
The planes flew so low over our house that everything shook.
First the lights went out. I walked out the door and stood in the driveway to see if any my neighbors were doing the same thing. Cale, across street, confirmed the outage. (Cale is the neighborhood connector.) Met Jennifer from across the street and had my first conversation with her: she showed me an app on wildfires. Talked to Cale's wife, Kerry, who had let her kids up on top of the house to watch the planes. "Good for you," I commented.
Our neighbors to the west of us came out; very private people, but managed to exchange a few words. I exclaimed, "We're doomed! Game over, Man!" and the husband laughed.
Uploaded the wildfire app, which took forever because we had about 1 and 1/2 stripes.
Woke up coughing this morning, but it looks like they have it under control.
Anyway, it started off as a "Get set" level of warning and then was downgraded to "Get ready," both of which seemed somewhat alarming. Thing is, I have a tendency to think everything will be fine. If I'd been in one of the Twin Towers, I would have been one of those who stayed in my chair.
But then I started thinking what I'd grab if I had to run.
Well, the Catbus is ready to go. I could pack a suitcase with some traveling cloths; my medications; my usual backpack with computer and notebook plus a few other business records off my desk.
Jennifer commented that her first thought was her passport. "I don't want to have to go through getting one of those again!"
Linda has a file with most of the important info. But other than that? Not really much. Oh, yeah. The Cat.
It just goes to show how little is truly necessary to keep going. And that a "go bag" isn't probably necessary as long as you have the important steps already mapped out and some kind of warning.
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