Hurricane John Aftermath
Friday, Sept. 1 while the Baja was being hammered by Hurricane John we were innocently heading to Turtle Lake for the Labour Day long weekend and it wasn't until we arrived home on Monday that we discovered how badly our area was hit. With Bob busy working and Dylan happily ensconced in school in Kerrobert it looked like I was going to get an early trip south.
Our side yard was impassable and this photo was taken in the daylight!
Thursday, Sept. 7 arrived San Jose del Cabo after a whirlwind [pun intended] of planning, packing - a carry on [no toothpaste or bug spray] plus laptop and two days travelling fromKerrobert - thanks Jack for getting me to the bus in Kindersley, thanks Dianna for fetching me after much confusion and providing a comfy bed in Airdrie and thanks Bill for getting up earlier than early to get me to the airport. Thanks to an eager to please Alaska Air clerk in Calgary I missed my flight in Seattle chasing around to the wrong terminal and gate. Got on the next flight and made the connection in LA. San Jose del Cabo area looked more like a jungle than a desert. Had three possible rides from the LosCabos airport up to Los Barriles - it never rains but it pours. Genie Evers, a neighbour I hadn't met who had seen me acting with Baja Shakespeare offered - an unexpected surprise. From Las Cuevas north the countryside got less lush looking and shrubs were sheared and trees had few leaves and were blown over. Genie had cold drinking water for her two charges and took us to Chapito's Supermercado in Los Barriles before delivering us home.
Just gaining entrance to our casa was a challenge. Had no gate key so climbed over the gate, had stashed a key under some block by the clothes line. The side and back yard were filled with fallen trees and broken branches but I managed to squeeze between the wall and debris to liberate the key, which turned out to be a back door and garage key. Bob foiled the use of the backdoor key with extra security latches, but once in the garage, which is packed like a sardine can, bless Bob's heart, I climbed up on the workbench, across the Ford pickup to the key rack and found a front door key. It looked good - no windows broken, we had electricity and running water and the floor was dry [downstairs] a few puddles and patches of dirt and leaves.
Upstairs was another matter - we had a wading pool - 3 inches of water remained six days after the hurricane. Changed my clothes and bailed with dustpan into mop pail into toilet.
Around midnight I showered then dragged a single mattress up to the roof and slept under the full moon and beautiful stars with a nice breeze drying the sweat.
The Buenas Aires arroyo north of Los Barriles was running hard a week after the storm.
Our side yard was impassable and this photo was taken in the daylight!
Thursday, Sept. 7 arrived San Jose del Cabo after a whirlwind [pun intended] of planning, packing - a carry on [no toothpaste or bug spray] plus laptop and two days travelling fromKerrobert - thanks Jack for getting me to the bus in Kindersley, thanks Dianna for fetching me after much confusion and providing a comfy bed in Airdrie and thanks Bill for getting up earlier than early to get me to the airport. Thanks to an eager to please Alaska Air clerk in Calgary I missed my flight in Seattle chasing around to the wrong terminal and gate. Got on the next flight and made the connection in LA. San Jose del Cabo area looked more like a jungle than a desert. Had three possible rides from the LosCabos airport up to Los Barriles - it never rains but it pours. Genie Evers, a neighbour I hadn't met who had seen me acting with Baja Shakespeare offered - an unexpected surprise. From Las Cuevas north the countryside got less lush looking and shrubs were sheared and trees had few leaves and were blown over. Genie had cold drinking water for her two charges and took us to Chapito's Supermercado in Los Barriles before delivering us home.
Just gaining entrance to our casa was a challenge. Had no gate key so climbed over the gate, had stashed a key under some block by the clothes line. The side and back yard were filled with fallen trees and broken branches but I managed to squeeze between the wall and debris to liberate the key, which turned out to be a back door and garage key. Bob foiled the use of the backdoor key with extra security latches, but once in the garage, which is packed like a sardine can, bless Bob's heart, I climbed up on the workbench, across the Ford pickup to the key rack and found a front door key. It looked good - no windows broken, we had electricity and running water and the floor was dry [downstairs] a few puddles and patches of dirt and leaves.
Upstairs was another matter - we had a wading pool - 3 inches of water remained six days after the hurricane. Changed my clothes and bailed with dustpan into mop pail into toilet.
Around midnight I showered then dragged a single mattress up to the roof and slept under the full moon and beautiful stars with a nice breeze drying the sweat.
The Buenas Aires arroyo north of Los Barriles was running hard a week after the storm.
posted by Casa Reilkoff Schraefel at
4:08 p.m.
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