Almost a Disaster

 We are back in Hinton. Yesterday we left after Michael spent an exhausting day working on the brakes and I hung out at the library which looks out on this skate park and the pulp mill beyond.
We left town as dark was closing in and were happy with our spot on a forest service road until the truck rolled about 50 feet down an embankment. It was a very scary experience for me. Luckily I was able to brace in the little sink area as my computer, purse, the recycling all traveled toward the open door where could be seen trees breaking off and shattering parts of the back of the cab-over. We came to rest with a quiet thud against three young trees and were at about a 30 degree angle, unable to get out. We made the best of a cold dinner eaten from the sink, so it wouldn't slide away, and a long sleepless night held in our crib by canoe paddles placed to keep the mattress and us from sliding onto the floor.

 In the morning Michael industriously cut away all the trees, dug roots and boulders and we tried again to get up the bank but couldn't. We luckily were still in range of Hinton and so were eventually able to get a tow truck to come rescue us.

There is some structural damage and our bikes are messed up but everything else is running well.

 I'm just grateful to be alive. Grateful to realize yet again how precious good health and easy routines and good shelter are when something disastrous like this happens. We'll be leaving Hinton again in a few minutes... Good World Peace Day to you all.