That is what the text said
on Tuesday afternoon.
As I was enjoying the final few moments of a tanning session at 7-Peaks Water Park Tuesday afternoon, I heard a woman next to me tell her daughter, "Look at that big fire. It's up by our house." I looked over and tried to navigate where that fire must have been. I told myself it was probably in the neighboring city on the other side of our mountain cove.
I was wrong.
As I got in my car to drive home from 7-Peaks I reached into my glove box to grab my phone. It was vibrating. It was my mom. The first thing she said was, "Have you talked to Ryan? To which my answer was, "No." To which she said, "You need to call home right now!" So I hung up and noticed that I had received a text from my husband with those words, ""Our mountain is on fire" with the above picture attached. I called my husband and got the voicemail. Desperate for information I then called a few neighbors, friends, my husband (again) and finally got ahold of a neighbor who lives a few houses away. She filled me in on the details and set my mind at ease (a little bit). But when you are 30 minutes away and have no idea how bad it is and how close it is to your house, you have to try not to panic. The drive home was chaos with several back-to-back phone calls and texts from friends and family who had heard about the fire. I had three little kids in my backseat while all this was going on so mama was trying to get information while trying to stay calm :)
We got home and saw this view from the end of our cul-de-sac. We weren't in immediate danger but it was still kind of crazy around my neck of the woods. Neighbors were packing up their trucks and motor homes. Planes and
choppers were flying overhead. I figured, while we were waiting around to see what would happen, that it was as good a time as any to make sure our 72-hour kits were ready for a summer evacuation. As I was going about my business my hubby came in and nonchalantly told me that there had been a message that we were suppose to evacuate. I was like, "What?!? Are you serious?" He kind of acted like we may or may not follow orders. Then, 10 minutes later we got a knock on the door. It was an officer informing us of a mandatory 10 minute evacuation. We gathered up our bags, a few important documents, started taking pictures of all our possessions (for insurance purposes), packed 3 quilts in the car (two from two different grandmothers and my scrap jar star quilt) and grabbed our dog, Molly.