Today, I almost died.
This evening, after dark, I was working by flashlight in the creek down by the gate after taking the trash down the road when I heard something up above me. I looked up and saw some branches moving and thought some debris was falling out of a tree (which happens often enough that it isn't cause for alarm. I looked a little longer and realized the debris was actually part of a different tree, one that was rooted in the creek bank about 15 feet behind me. I turned around to see this large oak tree coming down right on top of me. I scrambled up the bank, calling for Shadow (the dog) to come. By the time I was out of the creek and onto the road, the tree had pick up speed and was moments away from landing directly where I was standing. I ran up the road, still calling for the dog as the tree came down with a crash and landed on top of one of my father's Fiats on the other side of our road.
I think that's the closest to danger I've ever felt. Tom is going to come down tomorrow morning to cut it up. Luckily it didn't hit any overhead lines, so we still have power and phones and stuff. Not going anywhere for the rest of the night though.
I think that's the closest to danger I've ever felt. Tom is going to come down tomorrow morning to cut it up. Luckily it didn't hit any overhead lines, so we still have power and phones and stuff. Not going anywhere for the rest of the night though.