Tomorrow, we leave for Albuquerque to attend the Balloon Fiesta. This time, we’re taking two of our grandchildren with us. Actually, they are the reason for going. When we were there before, the one thing we thought of was that they should be there to see it.
I never feel like I’m ready to leave. It seems there is always some little (or big) project that I want done on the trailer but at some point I simply tell myself that what I’ve done is good enough. For instance, I wanted to polish the trailer this year, not to a mirror finish, but simply get the oxidation off and brighten it up a little better. But I haven’t gotten around to it.
I’m going to blame the weather. I did have a timeline for the project the weather here in Colorado interfered. Earlier in the summer we were in a drought and fighting fires. That turned completely around during our four days of rain. Heather Gardens got nearly 15″ of water, far more than we normally get in an entire year. And it did keep me busy. As a board member I surveyed the damage and we had an emergency meeting. I met with some residents who were in real distress.
For me, personally, the storm came just as I was starting to polish. I was up on the ladder, working a small section just above the back window. I thought it was the perfect day to work. For most of the summer it was just too hot and sunny for me. On this day, it was about seventy degrees and overcast. I knew the forecast was rain and I did look over my shoulder from time to time. But when it actually came, I was caught off-guard by its speed and strength. One moment it was peacefully overcast, the next I saw a bank of clouds whirling and rushing toward me. Wow, I thought, I’d better get things picked up and put away. I just barely made it.
Sitting in the trailer with the wind rocking it and the heavy rain and hail pounding it, I thought I might be in a tornado. It nearly was. I figured I simply had to wait it out. So, I stopped fretting and watched TV. Of course, the only thing on were weather reports. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone by the front door of my daughter’s house (I keep my trailer parked there). I couldn’t believe it. It was my daughter and she was frantically bailing water from her basement window well.
So, I put on a poncho (that did little to keep me dry) and went out to help. We bailed as fast as we could. I dug a trench to help the water run away from the house and got up on an aluminum ladder in the rain, hail and lightning to clear pine needles and leaves out of the roof gutters. Better I get hit than my daughter. An hour later, the first wave of the four day storm had past. We looked like drowned rats.
Back in Heather Gardens the ground became so saturated with water that by the third day there was no where else for the water to go other than into basements. Sixty town home and patio home residences were flooded just in our association. The garage in my six story building had six inches to a foot of standing water. Fortunately for us, we live on the third floor. If the water ever got that high it would be time to man the lifeboats and row to the mountains.
We came through just fine, both condo and trailer. But it sure messed up my polishing. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.