Holy shit y'all.
First of all, came home to horrifying news of what happened in Charlottesville. Absolutely heartsick and if anyone knows of a way I can help, please let me know.
Second, LET! ME! TELL YOU! About this trip.
Trip starts off fine - car jams to the airport, rocking out and having a great time, plenty of time for our flight. Then, we get to the airport and go through security and I get stopped. I’m thinking, oops I left a water bottle or something, whatever. I ask if everything is okay and take a step forward, security dude throws up both hands and yells “MA'AM PLEASE DO NOT MOVE.”
I’m like … uh ok
Then he calls like ten of his friends over, I’m swarmed by TSA people, they call the security manager guy or whatever. I’m freaking out a /little/.
They’re ALL looking at me, one guy takes my ID and starts WHISPERING my ID information into his walkie talkie and I’m like ?????
I look over at my partner and I’m like shrugging and the security guy is like so fucking jumpy like “MA'AM WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO”
Walkie talkie guy is still talking and over his walkie I hear this crackled “no priors”
OF COURSE I HAVE NO PRIORS WTF
turns out I left my nightstick in my purse but really yall? I’m 105 pounds. I’m not going to storm 10 security guys with a weapon I don’t even have in my hands.
So they confiscate it after asking if I was law enforcement (???no) and giant security man is like “I have a feeling you’ll just buy another” like no shit dude we just talked about this of course I’m going to replace the thing that makes me feel safer but whatever.
So, after that I lose my ticket. Turns out fine I make it on anyway.
The wild shit starts.
We get there, set up camp, hang out and we are drunk af and it’s time to go to bed cause we have some serious white water in the morning to rest up for.
I’m falling asleep and I get woken by a frantic person in camp going WHATS THAT LIGHT
all the sudden it’s impossible to breathe. Smoke is everywhere. Eyes, throat, nose, you name it. Other side of the mountain across the river is lit up from the back at first, then over the mountain comes this ROARING ASS WILDFIRE. I mean huge. It’s the desert and it’s fire season and it’s insane. It looks like the gateway to hell.
Flames are like 40 feet tall, it’s getting hotter and I’m panicking but it’s still across the river so everyone seems cool with it.
Emergency vehicle from the Reservation comes up like “we have an evacuation shelter you guys should come, no one is on this fire. It’s a low priority we have some others in residential areas”
So. We are at camp. Drunk. In the desert. In the middle of the night. And a wildfire is growing in strength like, feet away from us across the riverbank.
Wind picks up a little.
It starts RAINING embers down on the camp like fucking Pompeii.
My drunk ass is crying. Of course. And frantically packing up my shit after jumping out of bed while getting an ash bath.
Our party is finally like FUCK IT LETS GET IN THE BOATS AND GO
So we throw all our shit in the rafts, we jump in, we take the fuck off, its past midnight and we are rafting white water IN THE DARK, headlamps barely work from all the smoke, everyone is just paddling and praying
Thankfully the RAGING HELL INFERNO lit our way to the next campsite where we just collapsed onto the ground and didn’t even set up camp we just slept scattered everywhere
Anyway the next day we evacuated so
That’s what happened on my trip