This morning, we awoke to snow-covered ground and school cancellations. Even our big West Acres Mall, last I heard, had been closed. You know it’s bad when the mall closes. In other parts of the state, my sister and half her family are stranded in Bismarck; the other half remain at home an hour away in a town that is also experiencing flooding and snowstorms in the same week.
Our city is beginning to talk evacuation plans. It might be an act of extra-preparedness, but I am left to wonder, do we go there, start boxing up our most precious belongings, or take more of a “wait and see” approach? What is the right thing to do? It’s hard to say. It’s hard to sort through what we hear in the media and the true reality. All I know is that life as we know it is on hold at the moment throughout our fair city, and I am trying my best to stay calm for the kids’ sake, at least.
Last night, Beth and I headed over to the Fargodome, a.k.a. Sandbag City. Here’s what we saw:
The Birth of a Sandbag