“I have never in my life, had such a humbling experience as I did last night”
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The day started like any other. Sun comes up, people are out doing what they’re doing, and the wind starts to grow stronger. This is Southern Alberta, we get wind. Nothing new there. If you aren’t from here, you will probably never understand why we live here. Yes, the wind can be crazy, and yesterday was no exception. At least it keeps the snow away.
As the day goes on I hear the wind growing stronger. I think to myself “Ok, this wind sucks today”. As I do I hear the sound of dirt being swept up and battered into my house. Nothing like watching my new car get a new texture applied to the paint job from all the “sandblasting” it’s receiving. I think to myself again… “this wind really sucks”.
Then I see and hear what is the beginning of my neighbour’s house literally peeling apart. I watch as his shingles and siding are pulled from the frame of his house, like someone peeling an orange. It’s all over the neighbourhood now. Slamming into cars and dancing down the city street. Tumbleweeds are rolling by, each one larger than the next. “Wow! This wind really sucks”! The wind is really roaring by now. Suddenly I feel the next gust. “Wait?!! That’s not a gust” I say to myself. I hear what sounds like a ten thousand kilogram beer can rumbling in the distance, getting closer, followed by an enormous “SLAM”! Okay, whatever that was made the hair on my arms stand on end and my heart skip a beat. That was way too big to be siding from a house, or shingles being tossed around. I check out my back door, and am blown away (no pun intended) at what I see!

I would love to know how they’re going to remove that when the winds die down.
This was just the beginning. The sound of that grain bin landing in my neighbour’s yard made the hair on my arms stand on end, but it was nothing compared to the smell of smoke that was already in the air. “I wonder what’s going on now?”
I decided to visit my friend’s Chris & Stephanie, who live a few houses down and have an unobstructed view west out into the fields. Something is burning. It’s big. And it’s moving and growing, really fast! From their house we could see a giant tube like cloud of dark smoke being pushed over us at an incredible rate. It was moving downward, onto our street. I ran outside to see if I could get a few shots. The air was so thick it was almost impossible to breath. Ash was everywhere. This isn’t good.

By this time the police have already knocked on my front door, warning me of the hazard that big grain bin out back poses. I’m more worried about the smoke.
The sun set really early in my area yesterday. At least, it seemed like it. The smoke had choked out everything. It was everywhere! Thick and strong. I hit my Twitter and Facebook to see what the buzz was. Next thing I know my area has been put on Evacuation alert! “What?!! Seriously”??? Now I’m starting to worry. I spent the next hour or so, watching friends and people that live around me, pack up and voluntarily leave their houses. No official notice has hit my area yet, but I start asking myself what I should be doing. The smoke is unbearable by now. The wind is still screaming. “This smoke really sucks”. I just noticed a few messages on my phone that stood out. “Police have told us to leave. We’re being evacuated”. These messages were synonymous with a few friends in the area. I started to pack my belongings.
What a humbling experience, to pack your clothes and decide which belongings are important to you. “What do I take? What do I leave if they knock on my door? What will fit in my car”? A million thoughts are going through my mind. More messages are coming in now, it’s my friends hearing what’s happening and offering their homes for the evening if need be. “Is this really happening”? All the important things are now packed. Waiting now. The wind is dying down.
The next few hours are spent online and on my phone, combing for any information that would calm my nerves. The smoke seems to have moved on, possibly lifted or stopped all together. I’m hoping so. Eventually the “all clear” was given by the City. The emergency vehicle lights that had once flooded the fields behind our house have thinned out to only a few trucks. The ominous red glow has turned to dark. “Is it over?” I heard myself ask. I hope so.
I need sleep. So exhausted from all the events from the day.
“This wind really sucks”.
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For more photos and video from November 27th’s fire check out a few of these links:
http://rodleland.posterous.com/lethbridge-grass-fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDvn-lZ6bLA&feature=youtu.be
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY72fqquyjg&feature=youtu.be