Three of our children and their families live out in the Mountain West region: Kyle and his kids (Utah), Jessica and her family (Utah), Sarah, Todd, and Trinity (Montana), and the JCs^2 (Idaho.)
Beautiful country, very different from Indiana (not so green), and with a lot of pluses.
Like equine sculptures representing western life at roundabouts.
Mutton busting for the grands
and rodeos for the grown ups.
It's a beautiful region, but at this time of year, inevitably Jessica sends me a photo like this one. And it terrifies me.
A photo taken from her front porch of the clouds reflecting the light of a mountain wildfire about thirty minutes from their home."It happens every year but it is always eerie nonetheless," said Jessie.
A photo of the same wildfire taken from the same spot but at night.
Fire is my greatest fear. As I young mom, I used to have nightmares about having a house fire and trying to get all six kids out and to safety. I still have those fears, only now they're about getting the dogs out of the house. (Although, it would probably be Pepper hustling me out of the house instead of vice versa!)
This may sound odd, but in all honestly, I'd rather live in a place where I dodge tornados rather than where wildfires rage for days on end and you watch their progress and wonder just how close they will come.
Tim in his backyard in 2025 after an EF0 came through his yard, just missing their house, and took out three of their trees.
Maybe it's because I've lived my entire life in Tornado Alley and I'm used to tornados and know how to be as safe as possible. (Snapping pictures while the sirens blow notwithstanding.) Safe rooms, basements, and underground shelters are all pretty effective when a tornado hits.
But fires? Scorching everything in their path and you have to be able to get away to survive. The Mountain West may be beautiful, but this Midwestern girl is staying put.


