What a crazy month it has been. A few weeks back, I began my internship with the county sheriff's office. It was relatively unremarkable at first, until my ride along with the civil unit happened. I witnessed a few evictions, the worse of which involved trash piled way up to the garage ceiling, black tar heroin being found in the entire home, a homemade crack pipe along with a residue covered spoon, and used needles - everywhere. The house stunk to high heaven - apparently when the tenants left, they didn't bother flushing the toilets after using them. Dead mice everywhere, garbage everywhere. I hope to god I never end up living like that.
I flew down to San Antonio last Saturday. It was rather fun - I saw the Alamo for the first time in my life, took a ghost tour of the downtown area, found an awesome oyster bar, and met people from all over the country while at my conference. And then, the fire hit. The Waldo Canyon Fire broke loose at the same time I reached Dallas-Forth Worth Airport. Monday and Tuesday I watched from Texas with horror as the fire exploded over the top of Rampart Range and into western Colorado Springs. By Wednesday afternoon, firefighters had it contained within a mile of my apartment. I bumped up my flight back by a day and flew back that very night. By the time I touched down in Colorado Springs, the fire miraculously retreated back over the mountains, but in it's wake, 346 homes were lost, as well as two lives and one business with 100 year plus historical roots in the city. Even now, walking outside, I can still smell the smoke. The fire burns on the other side of the mountain ridges to the west of me. That orange glow from the flames is still there, as is the smoke. I can still see flames flare up here and there along the top of the mountain from time to time, and several outlying communities are still threatened by this fire, even though they say it is 25% contained and there is close to 1200 firefighters working to put this thing out. I pray for a good outcome. It still sucks that my backyard is burned to a crisp.
In other news, my paranormal team is finally doing a presentation for a site we investigated on the last Saturday of March. We got some exciting evidence for them, but sadly nothing visual for our clients. A second presentation for another site we investigated over Memorial Day weekend is due, but that will have to wait until the fire no longer threatens the site in question. There's so much going on with my team it's unreal - quite a few residential investigations are planned for the rest of summer, as well as several major historical sites along the front range. I'm looking forward to all of what's planned.
On an even brighter note, I took home 9th place overall in the country for Justice Administration, one of the competitive events I was in while at my conference in San Antonio. I still admit I'm surprised I even placed. Anyways, all is well, and life continues. Maybe next time I'll write about the Supreme Court's decision on the Affordable Care Act. For now, I want to stay away from politics, especially after watching the Waldo Canyon Fire destroy part of my city. Good night, everyone.
I flew down to San Antonio last Saturday. It was rather fun - I saw the Alamo for the first time in my life, took a ghost tour of the downtown area, found an awesome oyster bar, and met people from all over the country while at my conference. And then, the fire hit. The Waldo Canyon Fire broke loose at the same time I reached Dallas-Forth Worth Airport. Monday and Tuesday I watched from Texas with horror as the fire exploded over the top of Rampart Range and into western Colorado Springs. By Wednesday afternoon, firefighters had it contained within a mile of my apartment. I bumped up my flight back by a day and flew back that very night. By the time I touched down in Colorado Springs, the fire miraculously retreated back over the mountains, but in it's wake, 346 homes were lost, as well as two lives and one business with 100 year plus historical roots in the city. Even now, walking outside, I can still smell the smoke. The fire burns on the other side of the mountain ridges to the west of me. That orange glow from the flames is still there, as is the smoke. I can still see flames flare up here and there along the top of the mountain from time to time, and several outlying communities are still threatened by this fire, even though they say it is 25% contained and there is close to 1200 firefighters working to put this thing out. I pray for a good outcome. It still sucks that my backyard is burned to a crisp.
In other news, my paranormal team is finally doing a presentation for a site we investigated on the last Saturday of March. We got some exciting evidence for them, but sadly nothing visual for our clients. A second presentation for another site we investigated over Memorial Day weekend is due, but that will have to wait until the fire no longer threatens the site in question. There's so much going on with my team it's unreal - quite a few residential investigations are planned for the rest of summer, as well as several major historical sites along the front range. I'm looking forward to all of what's planned.
On an even brighter note, I took home 9th place overall in the country for Justice Administration, one of the competitive events I was in while at my conference in San Antonio. I still admit I'm surprised I even placed. Anyways, all is well, and life continues. Maybe next time I'll write about the Supreme Court's decision on the Affordable Care Act. For now, I want to stay away from politics, especially after watching the Waldo Canyon Fire destroy part of my city. Good night, everyone.
moralee:
ah crack pipes in the first few days!! yay!! lol