Well, the best laid plans, etc, etc. We went to the cabin a day late because we were worried about smoke. "Moderate" was all the information we could get, so we decided Sunday morning to head up, and it seemed okay. We couldn't smell smoke, and lots of people were around. We lugged our stuff up the stairs, unloaded and our friends took their boat off the trailer and put it in the water with our canoe. We had a simple dinner out on our deck. The next morning at six am my husband got up to pee and came back to say the smoke was awful. We went back to bed, and a couple of hours later our friends came from next door and said they were packed up and going to leave so we ate, packed up and fled. The smoke from the Ferguson fire was heavy, but a new fire had started twelve miles from us, and it was unreachable and there are no more firefighters. So our two week retreat in the mountains dissolved in smoke, which followed us heading down for close to two hours. I said goodbye to our cabin, as we may not see it again.
Our older daughter is in Bali, and we haven't heard from her since four hours after the earthquake on Lombok, so I'm worried about her as well. There have been 14 quakes, and she must be pretty shook up. She's on her last stop, and will be home at the end of this week. So her get-away wasn't as relaxing as she expected either.
Expectation. That thing that is constantly being overturned and contradicted. Change, and planning. They don't always mix.
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