I am very grateful that he escaped safely, and proud that he volunteered to help register names of people displaced by the spreading fire. Then he and others were put on a city bus and sent south toward safety. While on the bus, he spent his time amusing babies, toddlers, and young children.
Yes, I'm proud of him, but I'm still miffed. I'm no longer angry, but miffed is a good word for how I felt when he refused to take my advice and leave a day earlier. Places to go, people to see, you know, can't stop because of a fire...but I was born, raised, and spent my entire working life in British Columbia, so I knew enough about forest fires to be afraid...to be very afraid.
In the Macleans news photo below (used here without permission), smoke and flames can be seen coming over the hill, heading toward the lightpoles of town. The people on these streets must have been very, very afraid.