We just returned from a walk, surveying the damage of the ice storm that swept through Mission.
Trees are shaking off the ice, snow and broken branches as they bask in the heat of the sun. Icicles now hang precariously on power lines ready to impale the unwary. As we were forewarned by a few standing up-right – piercing our drive.
We had listened to the thud and cracks of the trees that surround us; topped, branches torn and swept away by the wind.
Our maple lost 2 branches… we’ve nurtured that tree since moving here 6 years ago, and it was painful to hear the heavy crack as they gave way under the layers of ice.
It was nirvana to wake up to the power on yesterday morning, after 3 days without it. We’d kept warm with our kerosene heater, but we were down to our last filling of kerosene. And we were melting snow for water, our electric water pump for our little cult de sac has no back up generator.
I’d like to join the many others who are Thanking BC Hydro crews that worked 16 hour days to get the power back on. I can only imagine how difficult it was to battle the ice rain, toppling trees, branches and poles layered with ice.