It was a blustery night….not so much really here where we live, but wildly windy on the both sides of Vancouver Island. Someone I know was traveling a road with trees falling in front and behind her while loggers with chainsaws cut fallen trees to make a path through…occasionally retreating as more came down. She got home eventually and then spent the next day without power and unable to get back to her workplace.
Another colleague spent 12 hours in the dark at a hotel with only a gas fireplace to keep her company…and at a location deep in a heavily wooded area….would not have been my choice with a bomb cyclone approaching.
But here?
Nope.
The wind chimes bonged a bit and the plants on the deck swayed in a bit of wind, but nothing abnormal.
Except we still lost power!
Probably some large branch or a tree, weakened by an earlier event, gave way and came down across a wire, in just the right place, to knock out our grid. And for the most part….only our grid. Nothing else around us was out. One or two outages in West Vancouver, and one in Deep Cove. Otherwise? Meh.
We were in the dark for the evening and until close to midnight. So we lit some candles, snuggled up by the fire, popped our book lights on our books, poured a Scotch, and enjoyed the quiet.
