Stop talking about it, Mom. Stop saying "we were so lucky to get out". When you say that, it makes me think about what could have happened. But it didn't. We did get out. That's all that matters.
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This is our second year returning home to Canada for the summer. Having learned a little bit from our experience last year, we decided to change some things around. Just like last year, the kids and I came back to Calgary for a bit to visit with friends. But this year, instead of spending our whole time in the city, we decided to follow our friends and hop one province over into British Columbia, renting a cabin in the beautiful little mountain town of Windermere.
Our vacation within a vacation proved to be a wise choice. We went to the beach everyday, taking advantage of the 30C temperatures and sunny skies. A friend took us out on his boat, and the kids knee-boarded, wake-boarded, and went tubing. We sat with friends on the grass beside the lake and grazed on all-afternoon lunches. We'd meet again for potluck dinners, and drink wine by the campfire until midnight.
The amazingly good weather stayed with us until two days before we left. On our last day in Windermere, with the rain pouring down and no chance of going to the beach, we decided to go to the natural hot springs in Fairmont. My friends, Lisa and Randy, and their two boys, plus another friend of the boys', led the way in their van, with my kids and I following. Randy and I parked our vans next to a creek at the resort, but were told we were parked illegally, so made our way up to the parking lot and found spots.* * *
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| The serene hot springs, as seen from the opposite side of the creek. The creek is in the lower part of the picture. |
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Suddenly, Randy and the boys heard a rumbling from up the mountain, sounding like thunder. A wave of mud, trees, and rocks rushed down what used to be the creek. A chain-link fence on the opposite side was peeled away like a sardine can. A garbage can that had been cemented down was caught in the strong current and churned past. Randy saw Lisa and others on the embankment opposite to where he was, gesturing wildly and telling him that he needed to get everyone out of there. Ben and Nick saw a what looked like a path up the steep embankment from the hot springs. From their vantage point, the campers on the RV side could see the same path up the embankment on the hot springs side, and yelled for them to climb up.
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Jacob and I sat inside our warm, dry van while the rain poured outside. We read, and occasionally turned on the engine to listen to the radio. After about 40 minutes, we noticed people running up to the parking lot from the public pools, most in their bathing suits, some with bare feet. When they reached the lot, everyone seemed to be looking in the direction of the road crossing the creek. I wondered out loud if perhaps there was a bear there, and told Jacob I was going to go and have a look.
With my raincoat on and the hood pulled down to nearly my nose, jeans rolled up to as not to get the bottoms wet, and flip-flops on my feet, I got out of the car and walked in the direction of the access road. I stared at the spot where Randy and I had parked our vans less than 45 minutes earlier:
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| Our cars had been parked on the near side of the creek, where this torrent of water is now shown |
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Ben was the first one to scale the embankment, and was met by lifeguards from the public pools and emergency officials at the top. Nick climbed half way, and then helped the other kids make their way before making his way up. In the pouring rain, after he had ensured that all five boys had reached safety, Randy scaled the cliff himself, grasping at tree roots and using rocks as footholds.
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Frantic, I ran down to the public pools, scanning the crowd for our group. They were nowhere to be found. The pools had been evacuated, and as I made my way in the opposite direction of those leaving the pool, I was told that it was a restricted area and that I had to leave. I explained that I was looking for my family and friends, and a supervisor at the pools had me write down the names and ages of everyone I was looking for, as well as my cell number, with strict instructions to call her when and if I did locate them. I returned to the parking lot again, looking for them. In vain, I went to the pools again, which were totally empty of bathers by this point. On my second climb up the hill, with the rain still falling hard, I spotted, with a wave of relief, Randy and all five boys standing on the walkway. After a flurry of comparing notes and piecing together what had happened, I looked around the group and said to Randy, "Where's Lisa?"
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Lisa had been stranded on the RV Park side of the creek after the road and the footbridge had both washed out. She was able to borrow a phone (and eventually, dry clothes) from one of the campers, and after a couple of anxious phone calls to Randy and I, we all finally knew that everyone was accounted for and safe.
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| The aftermath of the slide |
The five boys were cold, wet, and muddy when I returned them home. Lisa was later able to get a ride by helicopter, and was home by about 9:00 pm.
My kids told me at first that they felt they were never in any danger, and for that I credit Randy with remaining calm during the whole ordeal. It wasn't until later, when we had pieced together stories from all seven people, and the media had descended on our neighbourhood in Windermere, that I realized just how close a call this was. Lucky, for sure, and grateful that I am able to report this as a near-miss.
