Well that's what we call foreboding...

After my last blog post on May 1st about being prepared for a major disaster I was a cautious about posting. Who knows what kind of foreboding my post evac brain could have drummed up. For your safety and mine here are the more reasonable snippets of my drafts:

May 4th.

I'm in my tent. Fort McMurray is on fire and I'm so glad to have my family and dogs with me. We grabbed our essentials. My Grandpa Brown's guitar, my grandpa Harvey's Eucharist, photos, important papers, computers, week's worth of clothing, quads, food and basic essentials.

May 5th.

Evac'ed again out of Gregoire Lake Provincial Park and hit the road to Bonnyville. By hitting the road I mean drive 500 m and get stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the highway (again). Oh ya. My one pair of shoes broke. I am now shoeless.

Every person on Hwy 881 with us were watching the skyline. We even considered unloading the trucks and driving the quads to safety if we started to see flames.

We looked at Maverick, Molly and Sadie and had a quick family meeting agreeing that if we had to flee it would ok to leave the two elderly bichons behind. Thank goodness that didn't happen. I can't imagine driving down hwy 881 to Bonnyville on a quad! We also gave Molly and Sadie extra treats and will never speak of it again.

June 4th.

Essentially everyone's story is the same, so won't go into any detail have a photo montage. The last month was a blur but am glad to be home and that everyone is safe, despite the damage. #emotionalwellbeing