The night before, I was taking a load of boxes over to the house, I heard a wild fire started in Herriman. It's been so dry and hot that Utah's a tinderbox, ready to flame up at the drop of pretty much anything. Half of Herriman was evacuated, and this kept us out of our house longer than we wanted. We had a lot of boxes to fill. The fire didn't last long though and we were back, staying up until midnight and for three hours of sleep.
Up at four the next morning, the packing resumed. Midway through the day, after showing the movers where to put everything in the basement (the only part of our new house that's inhabitable at the moment), I came back to Herriman, looked around what was still to be done, and nearly had a heart attack. There was no way I could finish. Especially in time. I wanted to curl up in fetal position and just cry, but alas, I continued packing and wiping down and some angels came in and helped. They weren't the people I expected. I thought with 12 years in the same house and neighborhood, there might be more people to help (I'll try not to mention the fairly large group of people from our new ward who were waiting there to help virtual strangers!) but it is what it is and fortunately, miraculously, all our stuff was packed pretty close to the time we needed it to be.
My poor cat was going nuts through the day, so I put her in the backyard. Once my car and the moving truck were filled to the brim, I collected the cat and headed away from Herriman for the last time. I don't know if it was the residual smoke from the fire that had so recently been put out or just the overwhelming feeling of emotion from leaving the house I'd lived in for my entire married life, but as I drove through the construction on 13400 (thank goodness I'm out of there!), tears started falling. My eyes were hurting so bad, I could not see. I ended pulling into a gas station and sitting there, trying to collect myself while the cat was meowing (she doesn't like car rides) and Portia asking what was going on. I didn't know myself, but I knew I couldn't drive until I could control my emotions and not have my eyes stinging. Finally I composed myself and kept driving. We still had unpacking to do in Highland that night.
A little after midnight, I crawled into bed and gave my eyes some much needed rest, not to mention the rest of my weary body. Over the next day, I was surprised by how comfortable it was down there in the basement. We each had our own room, a pretty decent sized bathroom to share, and a nice family room. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
A couple days later, a fire broke out near Highland.
|The Quail Fire from our new front yard|