Mr. Pin Up

We had our appointment this morning to look at the four pictures of Kean

the poor photographer got before our boy was d.o.n.e.

Surprisingly, all four of them were cute. 

They even showed me the picture that will likely go in the Treasure

Valley Down syndrome calendar.

They photo shopped him in with two girls-- Kean and his ladies.

Amazing... it actually looks like he was there for the group photo shoot.

We had a scare this evening.  Another lightning storm and

another grass fire about five miles from our house.

Of course, if you are a regular reader of this blog, you'll

remember that 3 years ago we had a similar fire in nearly

the same spot.  It gobbled up 11 of our acres and took down the two

houses next to us.

As you can imagine, we are a bit fire shy around here.

But good news to report, the fire is 70 percent contained,

the winds are calm and we feel safe enough to head to bed.

So goodnight all.

Jinxed

Just earlier today, I posted about how nice, dull and boring it was in here today.  And don't worry, things stayed calm in here.  Let me repeat that:  in here.  But out there... a bit crazy.  I started getting calls late this afternoon from neighbors looking for Byron.  A brush fire started about a mile from our home and was growing bigger and heading in the direction of our place-- again!
It was almost exactly two years ago, that we were evacuated, much of our land burned up and our two neighbors lost their home in a fire through the foothills of Eagle.  Here's a link to my post back then with pictures of how close it came.
http://reincarnatedasamother.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-too-close-for-comfort-close-call.html
We dodged the bullet back then and lucked out again today.  Byron called about three hours later to tell me the fire was well under control and didn't make it very close to our home.  Still some nervous moments for everyone.

Boo (hoo)!

Ah the chaos of Halloween night.

You moms know certainly know what I'm referring to!

It also happened to be our neighbor, Jaimey's (Greer's buddy) birthday.

Her dad asked if he could bring over cake and ice cream and have us help her celebrate.



 To add to the craziness, Jaimey forgot her Halloween costume over at her

mother's house (quite a hike away)

So we quickly threw together another witch (she wanted to be like Greer).

They looked pretty darn cute.

 We were late getting off...

but visited my parents, the Bodily's and the Angus'...

of course, they were spoiled rotten.

 We headed over to a nearby neighborhood...

where Greer's teacher from church stages a massive haunted house each year.

We ran into this crazy woman-- our good friend Sally with her Chucky baby.

Byron's always joking he's going to turn me in for two 20 year olds...

I think I'll remind him of this picture... this is about the caliber

of "lookers" he should be able to get!

 We found the haunted house the kids were so excited to visit.

We had to wait in line about 30 minutes

(which is a real commitment for the kiddos-- you know, less candy).

The minute we got inside, well, I should say, the first scary character that

said boo... launched Greer into tears.  Reese wasn't too far behind.

They couldn't get it over with fast enough.

The rest of us, thought it was great though.

 We ended the night with a visit to our dear old neighbor, Nancy.

The old isn't referring to her age, by any means.

We just have a long standing tradition of visiting her and taking a picture just

like this one... with the kids all dressed up.

We've done it every year we've lived here.. except for last year.

She lost her house in the 2010 fire and no longer lives next door.

So it was a particular "treat" to get back on track with our tradition.



A little perspective

Fallout from the fire:

1. The first good rain after the fire didn't take away the smokey smell... it just made everything smell like a wet campfire.
2. A little wind and rain makes the black hills not look so black after a while.
3. Many of the birds that fled during the fire have not come back. (We used to have to close our window to our bedroom in the morning-- the chatter was so loud in the trees. Now it's near silent).
4. Our beloved bees stayed. I think because they are "welfare bees". Byron regularly feeds them sugar water.
5. We still have Grasshoppers galore! Byron sprayed Seven and that has helped some.
6. If you ever have a devastating fire and lose everything, make sure you are a high level exec. with State Farm. The neighbors two houses up-- had crews on site two days after the fire. They already have new house plans approved and are about done excavating and prepping to pour their foundation. The other three houses that burned still look exactly the same. Hmmmm.
7. Insurance adjusters (at least ours) don't call back when they say they will.
8. People are kind and good and compassionate. Nearly everyone has asked us what can be done to help our neighbors who have lost everything.
9. The little things can be the most touching! Someone at church anonymously gave Greer an envelope containing two dollars and labeled "For the Barker Girls Disneyland fund". (Their moneymaking project-- the berries-- burned up).
10. Everywhere I go, people tell me they were praying for us that day. Oh, to feel so loved.

Ewwwwwww

Ever since the fire, these little critters are everywhere!!! We can't even walk outside without one of these little buggers hitching a ride on our shirts, our hair or whatever we're carrying. Byron sprayed our garden to try and protect the plants from being devoured. Keep your fingers crossed that the 'Great Grasshopper Invasion of 2010' is about over.

Our Too Close For Comfort Close Call

I finally got out to take some pictures today. It's been a crazy few days. The insurance adjuster was here yesterday and that seemed to go well. Our company, Chris and April flew out last night and little Kean has turned a corner. No more breathing treatments. I think he's gotten all the smoke and gunk out of his lungs. The pics are in a helter skelter kind of order-- but I'll see if I can make some sense of our latest "adventure". And here seems to be a good place to ask our friends to stop calling us "cousin of Job". We're ready to pass the gauntlet onto someone else for a while. :)
Here we go...
Last Wednesday (July 28th), I was in the middle of a therapy session with Kean when we smelled smoke. I went outside and the girls excitedly told me they had just seen lightning strike way over there in the hills-- and sure enough there was smoke. This was the way it looked most of the afternoon.
My mom had taken the older girls to her house. I put Kean and Reese down for a nap and kept checking on the fire. I wasn't really worried. It seemed under control. I listened to the news and fielded countless phone calls-- one from Ron Moomey who is a retired Fire Chief. We talked about the fire-- how it was heading away from us, those fighting it had cut good fire lines and there were some natural breaks between us and the flames. And most important (I thought) was the fact, the current Eagle Battalion Fire Chief lived on the next ridge over from us-- in between us and the fire. There was no way he'd let it burn through his house to get to us! It would flare up a bit, then seem to die down. Byron even came home and thought it was nothing to worry about.

Byron went over to help a friend fix a pump. Meanwhile, my childhood friend, April and her husband flew into town, rented a car and showed up at my house around 3pm. We took their luggage into the house and then stood up on the front porch talking about the fire clear over on the other side of the hills. While we were standing there, everything changed!

The winds suddenly picked up (they were about 30 mph by the time the fire hit our place), and the fire exploded. I ran into the house and called Byron to come home NOW! He had me start packing a few things (I grabbed a change of clothes, diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, the lap top etc.). I remember being calm as I ran around gathering up stuff to get us through the night. I figured we'd be home in a day or two.

It took him 5 minutes to get home. And about the time he got there is the time he started yelling for us to get the kids, the dog, the rabbit and to go!

Chris and April saved me. They got Reese, Zoe and Roxie our rabbit loaded into their rental car while I grabbed a few things and woke up Kean. I grabbed him and ran out the front door. Byron had already moved my car around back and parked it in the middle of the lawn. It was so loud with helicopters, sirens and the wind-- that I couldn't hear him. Plus the smoke was thick, it was hard to breathe and it was so dark it seemed like nightime. I remember burning ash flying around us. I got to my car and put Kean in the back (unbuckled) and started driving. That's when I lost it. I drove around to our West side and saw a wall of flames coming over the hill towards us (the hill where the Fire Battalion Chief's house sat). As I drove around the North side, I looked up in the hills (three houses up from us) and the hills were all on fire. I had this sick feeling I was leaving everything behind to be consumed by the fire. As we left, Byron was frantically moving the 4 wheeler, the camp trailer, cars, tractors etc. to the middle of the lawn.

I hoped he would meet us, but knew he would stay and face the flames. Byron is the person I trust most in the world to know exactly what to do to save our home -- if possible-- and without putting his life at risk. But I was still scared.
I drove down the hill to the street and since April and Chris were a bit slower, I pulled over in front of our mailbox and jumped out to buckle up Kean. A fire truck pulled to my side and a fireman got out to ask me if I was okay. I was so emotional and shaking so badly, I could hardly get Kean's buckles to click. I looked behind me to see if Chris and April had pulled up-- they had-- but so had about 7 other cars and horse trailers... all waiting for me to get going! I really panicked then. The fireman told me to take care of Kean and he'd move his truck so they could go around.

Finally, I finished and started driving. It was chaos! Everyone was trying to evacuate. Emergency vehicles and power company trucks were trying to get in. Planes and helicopters were flying, sirens were going off and of course, there was choking smoke and ash.

We couldn't get to my mom's house, so I went to my friends-- Danielle and Mike Binghams. They were welcoming, wonderful and comforting! Thank you!

We got everyone (and the animals) settled. Then Chris went back to try and help Byron. Here's the funny thing, he took his car-- with half the stuff I had rescued from our house-- back to the fire! Sigh.
The authorities had set up blockades-- but Chris, in the chaos snuck through. He got to Byron after much of the blaze had burned through-- but he worked on hot spots and helped keep the flames from our neighbor's house at bay.

Byron said he got as much moved as possible, started working the hoses trying to wet things down (until the power company shut everything off-- which meant our well stopped working). He said before the flames hit, he saw countless animals-- foxes, badgers, gophers, snakes etc. running for their lives. Then came a wall of grasshoppers (which to this day are EVERYWHERE)!

The fire moved quickly, first eating up the land on the South side of our property-- that's Grandpa Bodily's. Byron and several friends and neighbors worked to put it out. It burned right up to the edge of Grandpa Bodily's garden and stopped.

Then it came at our place from the West. Byron said it was a 20 foot wall of fire (Lee Bodily says it was more like 25 to 30 feet tall). It gobbled up our 11 acres in minutes. Here's the miraculous part-- the fire stopped about a yard and a half from our propane tank. Thankfully, Byron had previously cut a line through the brush with the tractor and spent a small fortune in Roundup, killing weeds and wild grass.

The fire also came at us from the North. It burned to the ground the two homes to the North of us-- that includes our dear neighbor, Nancy just above us. She's the one who helped "steal" all the birthday presents at Greer's party. Our hearts hurt for her. She got out with only her purse, her cat, her wedding rings and a couple of framed baby pictures. She had lived there 33 years.

And finally, unbeknownst to the guys, the fire came at us from the East. It burned a swath through our front dry pasture. But no one knew about it-- since they were so busy fighting it on the other sides. We were told later, a fire truck put out the front section. Byron says he never saw a single fire fighter (other than friends and neighbors-- many who had to cut through fields to sneak in to help)!
Byron called me when it was safe for us to come up. April and I were followed by a local news crew. Here's my hero/husband getting interviewed.

For this picture, you might need to click on it to enlarge it. Over the trees of our house is a helicopter that had just dumped water on Nancy's house. There was no effort to save her home. It was disgusting. But once it had burned to her ground-- there was a constant stream of choppers that dropped water on the hot spots. That's April in the black.

Here's another shot of a chopper. That's our garage and our pole barn. The trees behind the barn is where Nancy's house was.

These pictures are all jumbled up-- but the trees on the left are where Nancy's house was. The trees on the right are where the other house was. Our neighbors who lived there had just sold it. The new owners had moved in but we had not met them. Both were still smoking the next day.

Here's Holland and Greer the next morning when we walked up to see what was left of Nancy's beautiful home.

This is taken from the back (West) side of our property. The 3 rail fence is our place. The burned fence was Nancy's stucco and rock wall.

Sunday night Chris went out and hit a couple of golf balls into the blackened land or as I like to call it-- "the black nine". With all the excitement, he somehow didn't get any golfing in. He kept saying that this experience somehow was not included in the brochures on vacationing in "Scenic Idaho".

This is our back property, which goes down to a street between our place and the next hill over there. One of the four homes that burned was nestled in those trees in the middle of the picture. The white house on the right is owned by that Eagle Fire Battalion Chief. So much for my theory! When I evacuated, I could see the flames cresting over this hill.

The wall of fire burned up to this fence. It didn't burn our garden-- but it cooked our raspberries and blackberries and a few fruit trees. The girls were devastated. They had a list of customers who were going to buy their berries. The money was for their 2011 Disneyland fund. They sobbed-- but stopped when I reminded them we still had our home.

Here's another look at our back 11 acres that burned. We also lost the old trailer next to the fence. It was pretty much used as a "secret fort" for the girls.

This picture shows how the fire came up and stopped right at our propane tank. If you don't think miracles exist in this day and age-- come visit this spot.

Another shot looking West over our back acreage. The fire burned all around several homes. It is beyond amazing that only 4 homes were lost. It looks like a lunar landscape with little islands of homes and grass popping up here and there.

This is above our two neighbors' homes that burned. All the white vinyl fencing just melted.

This is the house at the top of the hill. (The one we so affectionately refer to as the Dracula house). When I fled with the kids and pets-- the flames where everywhere up here.

This picture is taken from the top of our street, looking over the charred hills and home that are back in behind us.

Notice how the fire burned right up to the front door of this house!

This is the second house above us that was burned. It used to sit up in those trees.

And here's a picture of where Nancy's house once stood-- taken from the street.

See that black burn mark? That's the front of our property that caught on fire and Byron didn't even know-- since he was fighting the flames over on the West, South and North sides.

Here's a picture of the people who live across the street from us. The fire jumped the street and burned the back (far) side of the hill. It gobbled up several barns and cars. This neighbor lost all of their out buildings, a barn and a Porche.

This is the 4th house that burned in the fire. It devoured approximately 6 thousand acres.

I understand the people here were renting and did not have renters insurance. They have truly, truly lost everything. But I understand a lot of people are coming forward to help them and the others who lost their homes.

Here's a look from the South and West of our property. That's our house, garage and barn up there.

This is from the same angle. I wish I had aerials. The hills surrounding us are so very, very black.

But with the smoke cleared we can clearly see the Lord's hand in saving so many homes and lives.

We have much to be thankful for!

SPARED!

I still don't have time to sift through photos and video and add them to this page. It's been rather hectic around here. But I want everyone to know we are okay. We live in the foothills above Boise/Eagle. On Wednesday, lightning struck a few miles to the West of us-- starting a fire. It burned much of the afternoon and was contained and burning away from us until some high winds kicked up and shifted its direction.

We had about five minutes to evacuate. Suffice it to say, Wednesday was one of the scariest days of my life. When we left, I could see flames shooting over the ridge towards our house from the West and a wall of flames North of us (just three houses up). We couldn't breathe, we couldn't see and we couldn't hear.

I left with my two friends (they'd just flown in and arrived 30 minutes earlier), the dog, the rabbit and the children. I was very brave and calm until I got behind the wheel and then I completely lost it. I felt I'd come back to nothing. Byron was moving four wheelers, trailers, vehicles etc. to the middle of our lawn when I drove away. He stayed to fight the fire and with the help of some friends who snuck around blockades and cut through fields to help-- he saved our home and helped Grandpa Bodily save his.

I'm sorry to report, my dear neighbor Nancy (who lives just above us) lost everything. As did our neighbors above her and the house across the ridge to the West of us. In all, only 4 homes burned. Even though, in the light of day, you can't believe that more did not. The fire came right up to many doorways. At our place, a 20 foot wall of flames tore through our back 11 acres and just stopped about a yard and a half from our propane tank. I have to call it what it is-- a miracle. The power company had cut all the electricity off to the foothills-- which means we had no water. We have a well that is over 300 feet deep. Byron was hosing things down when the water suddenly stopped. So, we surely saw the hand of the Lord in sparing our home.

I plan on writing in detail what happened that day-- I just have not had the time. So I'm hoping in the next few days. Meanwhile, here are two links. The first is from the local ABC station that interviewed both of us. My favorite part is where they chyron Byron as Byron Leavitt-Barker. I'm sure he's thrilled! We both look horrid. The second is from the local paper-- pictures taken by a guy who lives about a mile south of us. Some of the shots are better than others. But it will give you a decent perspective.

We are shaken, but fine. We lost about 12 acres to the fire. It burned on three of the four sides around our home. We lost an old utility trailer, much of our new fencing Byron had put in a year ago, our raspberry and blackberry bushes (the girls are crushed-- they were selling them this summer for their Disneyland fund. But they stopped crying when we reminded them we still have our home), and an apricot tree. Byron's truck reeks to high heaven-- he left his window open in the rush. As does the girls playhouse. But our home is fine. Strong, steady and oh, so comforting after the craziness.

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