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Broken trees on the side of our church |
And it came to pass in the two thousand and eleventh year, in the twelfth month, on the first day of the month “. . . there arose a great storm, such an one as never had been known in all the land.” 3 Nephi 8:5
Davis County, Farmington, Utah
My teenage daughter is already up getting ready for school. She is in the bathroom at that moment and is grateful for the emergency wall flashlight that automatically went on because it was plugged into the outlet. Later she dresses for school by the light of the battery operated lantern from the emergency closet. Her sister does the same. I suggest that maybe with our power out the same could be happening at the schools. She smiles and says, “Then we don’t have to go?” However, after texting a school friend we find out the power is still on at the high school.
8:00 a.m. After trying to call her school and getting no answer, I decide that we will be “camping” out at home. The banging of the branches against the house and the earthquake-type shaking continue, and she is scared. Together we watch out the window. It is then that we notice the broken branches on the huge tree of my neighbor to the left, the tree with the front yard tree-house that my daughter plays in. She begins to cry. Actually sob. She has a tender heart. It was becoming real to her what this storm was doing.
I try to calm her, and get her a snugly blanket and stuffed animals, then bring her some crackers and cereal to munch on. I am grateful for our 3-month supply of everyday shelf-stable foods. I let our dog that is really an outdoor dog inside, and my daughter likes having her in the room with us. I appreciate her too.
My brain slowly puts together a plan. I decide to go outside to check on things. As I leave, my youngest is worried for me. So I tell her if I get hurt, to go to a neighbors for help. That seems to settle her. You never think you will have to tell your child that.
The boards are flapping, dangling in the wind, but have slid down further off the roof. I grab them and duct tape them to the front porch posts.
I have to double duct tape them. Can you believe that? The icy winds are so strong that I can hardly stand. I go back inside the house.
I am worried about my neighbors, and try to text the daughter-in-law of one. But she doesn’t answer. I don’t have a cell number of the neighbor with the tree. With the power out, I can’t call on the regular phone.
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The large cottonwood tree. |
My brain is in a fog. What to do? My husband asks for the name of the gas company. I grab the phone book, but can’t remember what it is! I tell him to just call 911. He asks for the number of the fire department. I flip open the front of the phone book to the front page thinking the name will be there, but it isn’t. He begins using his cell phone.
I tell my youngest to get her boots and coat on. I do the same. We hurry outside into the wind, my husband holding my daughter’s hand tightly. I run to the house of the elderly woman who lives next door to the house where the tree fell. I can smell gas as I walk up her porch. My heart is racing. I knock on the door, but get no answer. Then I bang on her door. Is she home?
I go back inside with my daughter, but my husband waits outside for the gas company. My youngest is crying, so I wrap her in a blanket on the family room couch. I bring the dog down from upstairs and this calms her. I text my neighbor’s daughter-in-law who lives across the street. But get no answer. Then I text her daughter at BYU, and she gives me the number of her father. She tells me her grandma sleeps in. I call him and he tells me to get the key out of their house.
I go outside by myself, into the crazy winds trying to run to their house. It isn’t easy, and the winds push me back. I have no idea some of the gusts are 90 m.p.h. Their front door is locked. My husband is in a car with another neighbor, waiting. Then suddenly the daughter-in-law drives up, and I tell her everything. She gets a key to open the house of her mother-in-law. Wakes her, then takes her to her own home. She doesn’t know the tree fell a few feet from her bedroom window.
As we stand outside in those crazy ferocious winds, I see the neighbor of the house with the gas leak. She is upset, but has moved herself and her dogs to another house across the street. She begins to cry. I hug her. She feels bad for everyone, and is scared. I hug her again. Then the sheriff drives up. And then a fire truck. And then the bishop. Relief.
We go outside to see a TREE not a bush in the driveway. My neighbor’s favorite tree. It’s uppermost branches touching the car my husband has parked there, but there is no major damage. The rain gutter on the house is damaged though, but who cares. We’ve been blessed. We are safe. The 18-inch diameter tree has snapped in the middle, so all that is left is a tree trunk without its branches; The Giving Tree.
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Backyard view of neighbors tree that broke in half. Our house is to the left. |
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Front view: Left side of our house, between our homes. |
Thankfully we have a small safe with important papers. I add a few more. And grab the external hard drive, then bring them downstairs to the kitchen table. I tell my daughters to put a few of their items in a backpack. Precious things they would miss if we had to evacuate. They do it. THINGS don’t seem that important at this moment.
I tell the firemen, still out front, about the tree. They say there is not much they can do. Just keep an eye on it. I feel bad they are out in the wind working on the gas line. Good firemen. Glad they are there. I try not to think about the tree next door, but check on it periodically.
12:15 p.m. The winds begin to die down, though the work is not over. My husband, the High Priest Group Leader, talks with our emergency prep couple. Our ward has recently been divided into emergency areas with group leaders. They begin to check on everyone.
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Front of church. Tiles gone at roof line. |
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A neighbor’s garage. Wind entered a side door. |
1:00 p.m. I get in the car and drive to the store to buy ice for our cooler, and dry ice for the freezer. I pass devastation on both sides of the road on Main Street as I head to Kaysville. It hurts in the pit of my stomach, and I want to cry. I can’t believe it. Huge trees down everywhere, siding off of homes, and shingles off of roofs. The power is out in Kaysville, so I drive further. I later hear that 250 tree were damaged at the golf course.
Smith’s grocery store is open in Layton and so is the gas station. I buy ice, and fill the car with gas. I return home on Highway 89. I see a semi-truck on its side and downed power lines. And men working on the power lines. I wonder if that is why the power is out at home. A trampoline is in a tree … Yes, A TREE and another one on a fence. Crazy!
I drive into our neighborhood and begin taking pictures.
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Trampoline that used to be in a friend’s back yard, now sits in the middle of a cul-de-sac. |
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Picture doesn’t show how large this tree really is. This is the dinosaur of trees. |
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I hardly recognize our neighborhood. |
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The park is a mess |
2:00 p.m. My neighbor starts up his chain saw to begin removal of his tree from our driveway. He feels bad it has fallen there, but we really don’t care about the tree. I’m just grateful no none got hurt. My husband starts up his chain saw. We are a chain saw community now. My daughters and I pick up the trash in our yard. I collect a small pile of wood shingles from the ridge line of our roof. Wondering if there are more.
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Damage to our chimney on the east side of our house. |
4:00 p.m. My husband takes the teen girls with him and walks through the neighborhood checking on things. Talking to people. My youngest and I follow. She is calmer. We talk about things. We have been blessed. Fences and trees down, yes. Lives lost, no. More clean up tomorrow.
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My youngest on the base of a 40 foot tree. |
7:00 p.m. Power goes out again. We moan. We put a DVD movie into my laptop and we all pile onto our bed to watch it. I fall asleep. I’m sure I snored.
December 2 – 8:30 a.m. I actually woke at 4:30 a.m. to finish this post. The Christmas tree lights are on. Peaceful. The stillness of the trees outside is also peaceful. But later I hear the buzz of a chainsaw. We are warm and safe. Much will be learned from this experience. The State of Utah has declared our area as a State of Emergency. We will be working hard today, Saturday and Sunday. Grateful to live in a great neighborhood with great people!
KSL news story here
KSL.com photo gallery here