I didn’t really panic until I hit the first police barricade and was told I couldn’t get into my neighbourhood. The police officer and I eyed each other through my window.
“We can’t let any more cars into Sunnyside,” he said.
“I need to go get my husband,” I said.
“And our dog!” Flora piped up.
“We can’t let any more cars into Sunnyside,” he repeated. Then looked at me again. Cut his eyes to the right.
He might as well have said, “But you know the area well, of course.”
Sharp turn right. How many other ways into Sunnyside? The main roads would be blocked off… but, yeah. Residential streets. Roundabouts. Alleys.
Text from Sean:
“Worst case scenario, park on McHugh’s Bluff. I’ll bike up the hill.”
It’s good to have a Plan C.
But Plan B worked: about 12 minutes later, after several not-entirely legal turns—one of them right in front of another police cruiser—I was in my driveway. The sky was blue, although the clouds south of the city were terrifying, and coming closer.
And I was home… and my neighbours were throwing things into their cars… and, yet, none of us really felt a particular sense of urgency, even though we got, at 5:45 p.m., the call to get out of our neighbourhood by 7 p.m.
See, our city’s two rivers, the Elbow and the Bow, get angry every once in a while. We get massive snow melt most years; every few years, they rip our riverbanks. And there was crazy flooding already south and west of the city—but… we were so sanguine. I mean, this is Calgary. One of Canada’s largest cities. Natural disasters don’t happen here.
Still. We’re responsible citizens.
“Are we going to flood?” Flora asked, in tears.
“No,” I said, firmly. “This is a precautionary evacuation. We’re just leaving so that the emergency crews don’t have to worry about us. Chill. Grab some books, your iPad—sleep-over at Grandma’s. No big deal.”
But. Those clouds. Disconcerting.
An hour later, with some clothes, computers, and Sean’s film equipment (our livelihood) in the truck, we were in evacuation traffic. But of course, right? What in a big city emergency doesn’t involve a traffic jam? Especially when you’re evacuating 100,000 people in a city of a million?
Texts from family and friends: “Are you guys high enough? Are you safe? Are you dry?”
Our response: “Evacuating. But safe. No worries.”
That was Thursday, June 20, 2013.
It was, honestly, kind of fun.
Ender’s commentary: “Does the river have a leak? Shouldn’t someone plug it?”
The rain that came down on us as we were navigating evacuation traffic and already flooded bridge and road closures to get to the safety of my parents’ house—providentially on very, very high ground—was a little scary.
But. You know. It was rain.
“Kind of an adventure, hey?” Cinder said. “Holy crap, look at that thunder!”
Kind of fun.
It stopped being fun in the morning when we saw what the rivers had done.
Our neighbourhood looked like this:
… and, by comparison, we got off easy.
If you want your heart torn to pieces, google “High River flood images” and see what the rivers have done to our neighbours in High River.
Not that Calgary was unscathed. The damage was… astounding. Our downtown core—the financial core, the business centre of one of Canada’s largest, richest cities—under water. Paralyzed. Some 100,000 of our people—out of their homes.
The rivers—gone mad. Still flowing, ripping.
It was, we found out, not just the worst flood ever in Canadian history, but the worst natural disaster in Canadian history.
“Well,” I told Sean—who’s from Manitoba, a Canadian province famed for its rampaging waters and regular floods, “when Calgary and Alberta do something, we do it all the way. Even natural disasters. Eat your heart out, Winnipeg! Our flood’s more epic than yours!”
And we laughed hysterically. Because, you know. If you don’t laugh…
We spent the first day after the flood doing what our amazing mayor, Naheed Nenshi, told us to do. Staying home. Staying off the roads. Letting the emergency crews do what they had to do.
It was the hardest thing ever.
You know how you watch the reactions of survivors of natural and other disasters on the news, and there’s all these people clamouring to go home, even though it’s dangerous and stupid?
I will never mock them again.
We wanted to go home.
We wanted to see home.
On Saturday—day two after the flood—we broke. We started calling and Facebooking and connecting with the people in Sunnyhill—our immediate community—and we met in a safe area… to plan? Compare notes? Cry? I’m not sure why we met. I think we needed to see that we were all ok.
And then… we broke orders. We didn’t mean to, you know. We were just going to stop on top of the McHugh Bluff to look.
We walked down.
Thigh-high water in our street, spilling over sidewalks, lawns, and the adjacent Curling Club parking lot.
No way of getting “home.”
The kids played on the playground—high and dry.
I let tears flow for the first time.
I don’t think the pictures really do it justice.
There was so much, so much water.
So much destruction.
It was overwhelming.
Our children—how resilient are children?—thought it was kind of cool. “Can we swim in it?” Cinder asked at one point. “Jesus Christ, no, it’s probably full of sewer water,” I choked out. They ran. Climbed trees…
Cinder took this photo of our Common area from the Tall Pine.
… and skipped rocks in the flood waters. Ender earned himself a cameo in one of the flood videos:
(That’s one of our neighbours kayaking through our Common. An experienced paddler, she was rescuing some of our people’s documents. You see, we didn’t really take that evac order that seriously. Some of us didn’t even take underwear, much less passports… The video is by Calgarian Bradley Stuckel and co.–did they not do a beautiful job? My filmmaker husband is uber-impressed.)
On Sunday (the flood waters came over Thursday/Friday night), Sean and I sold our children to friends, and, along with most of the flooded out Sunnysiders, waded into our neighbourhoods ahead of the all-clear from the city to see what the hell was going on with our houses.
It was, I’d like to say upfront, after seeing what we waded through, an incredibly stupid and dangerous thing to do.
But you see… it was home. We had to go see.
We reacted, all of us, in different ways to what we saw.
Sean went shopping for clean up and demolition supplies, and then to a community planning meeting.
I, unable to deal with the massive destruction on the ground floor, went up to our kitchen, and cleaned out the fridge—power, of course, was off, and had been since Thursday, and everything was rancid. And then cleaned, scrubbed the fridge. Because that, I could do.
And then, friends, my city’s people pulled off a miracle.
I think, in the future, the enormity of what the flood did to Calgary will be underplayed because of the rapidity with which the city stabilized and returned to some semblance of “normal” within a week.
We evacuated Thursday, June 20, 2013.
A week later, parts of our downtown were open for business.
The majority of the flooded houses in my neighbourhood had been ripped and disinfected: saved. All of the 41 (I said 38 in my earlier posts on calgarybusinesswriter.com: forgive me, numbers not a strong suit, ever) flooded units in my little sub-community of Sunnyhill were gutted, cleaned, bleached, demolded: saved. (Here’s my initial call for help to our friends, neighbours, and citizens; here’s the thank you and another thank you because one is just not enough—and here’s my take on why and how they performed this miracle.)
We lost, as a city, as a province, a mind-blowing amount of infrastructure. Roads. Bridges. Our beloved Zoo! Individual houses, and so many possessions (me: never buying anything. Ever again). But our response to this crisis, as a community, as individuals, has been amazing.
Our people opened their houses to evacuated relatives, friends and strangers. Started a laundry brigade for the evacuees. Fed displaced residents and the army of volunteers. Turned out in hordes to rip out basements, clean up debris, help any way they could.
Laughed in the middle of the chaos:
We put up “Need Sewer, Need Power, Need Cute Firefighter” signs in our windows:
(This isn’t my photo; it’s a FB/Twitter viral sensation–if you took it, tell me and I will happily credit you.)
Why our mayor is awesome and you should have nenvy too: “To all the people with the ‘Need Cute Firefighter’ signs in their windows’: We’re working on it,” he tweeted in response. And man, he delivered:
Ender wanted to pose with the cute firefighters. It was totally Ender. Not his mother. Really. Um. Moving on…
We have a crazy amount of work ahead of us, as individuals, as neighbourhoods, as communities—as a city and as a province.
Are we back to normal? Not quite. But we’re “back.” And we’re working on defining our new normal.
But after what YYC did in these last two weeks—we’re gonna get her done. No question about it. Because—we are Calgary. We acted as a community, to save our communities.
We are amazing.
You want to see more pictures of how amazing we are? Of course. Here are a few more: