I find that life is never as simple as we might like to think it is.

We are only 13 miles inland, in a very rural area, surrounded by streams, lakes, and ponds. Roads wash out easily and often. Wind barrels through here in ordinary storms, to the point that greenhouses have lifted and been thrown.

Power is iffy here anyway, and when there is a regional power failure it takes a very long time to get it restored. Our telephone, internet, and electrical lines are all temporary lines. We live in a camper thanks to the fire, and have no way to protect it from any of the tall trees right out front. We have a rented porta-potty. It would be nice if it stays upright.

We are moving our belongings into the new yurt-under-construction and will pretend sleep there on a thin mattress from the camper. There will be a lot of erosion damage all around the yurt because of the disturbed ground post-construction. There are two massive white pines just behind the yurt. If they fall on our home, we are finished. We have no income and no help in case of another disaster here.

We can't protect farm equipment, nursery trees, 3 greenhouses, car or truck, or sheds. Quite simply, we have lost too much already to be complacent about further damage and loss. I'm not easily frightened, nor do I tend to complain or borrow trouble.

Oh yes- Rapparee, this one of those times when PTSD is more a verb than an adjective.

Keep as safe as you can, friends.