December 10, 2007 - Washington State Floods and Windstorms

We have arrived in Washington State. There was not much more we can do in Vernonia except help with getting food in. The released the prisoners from the jail to help with the debris cleanup so we decided to come up to Washington to see if we could evaluate the situation here.

We headed toward Chehalis and then to the coast to a city called Aberdeen. There were bridges and train tracks out due to the intense flooding. In fact, one flood took a whole bridge down and washed it away.

There was one river basin full of more trees than I have ever seen in one place in my life. As far as I could see were massive trees that the raging floodwaters of the river brought down from the mountains. It’s hard to put into words. It must have been an amazingly powerful force that would take 120-foot trees—some 8 feet in diameter—and pile them up in a little town. It will take months just to remove them, and this probably happened in hours. The sun is going down but we will return in the morning to see if we can find someone who is in charge here. If they would like we can remove all the mud the rain brought in. As of now it looks like most of these people do not even have a clear path into their homes.

December 8, 2007 - Vernonia, OR Floods

We have arrived in Vernonia, OR. We wasted no time getting here, and the trip was long. Seth and I kept on switching out driving since he has a CDL. Toward the end of the 30-hour trip we were doing a few hours each just because we were so tired. A trip like that—after working 8 weeks straight—was tiring to say the least. Thank God Tim was there to keep us up. His positive attitude and love for the next adventure ahead of us in the Pacific Northwest was contagious.

We arrived in Vernonia, once a beautiful little town along a river. Now, there was mud everywhere and a chill was in the air. The houses were still standing but everything in them was destroyed. 750 out of 1000 homes were completely flooded. Everything the people owned was lost, including their food. Many people were pulling everything out of their homes and laying them on the street for the eventual pickup of debris. We can help out here with cleaning up the streets full of debris.

As Seth, Tim, and I were walking along the streets by the river looking for those in need, a lady pulled up and said, “Can you boys help me bring these heavy bags of dog food into that schoolhouse?” We agreed and moments later we walked right into what would be Vernonia’s temporary food bank. There were two ladies there who received the dog food and thanked us for the donation. I immediately asked what this one small room of canned food was and a young girl explained that this was the new makeshift food bank. The original food bank was destroyed in the disaster and everything was lost—food, checkbooks, ledgers, etc. Before the flood this food bank fed 20% of this city, and now there will be much more in need—in dire need.

She went on to explain that the OR food banks were already struggling this year. She shared how the people in her town don’t have meat, milk, cheese, or even pots and pans. The floods brought in farm animal waste that contaminated the homes and even the pots and pans were covered in toxic debris. I stepped outside the old building along the now calm river and made a few phone calls. Within one hour David Kieser, president of the Midwest Food Bank, agreed to send out a tractor trailer to aid the city of Vernonia. David has special relief packages of full startup kits for families who have lost everything. They have pots, pans, towels, cleaning supplies and food. He is also going to send frozen food, meats etc.

I’ve got to tell you, this was the first time I have ever been put in this position. I have never had to help in a situation like this one before – to simply provide food for people in dire need, and it felt good. It was amazing. I’m thankful for my connections, and I’m thankful people trust me enough to send out trucks.

I will never forget standing in the cold night in that small town of Vernonia, with the mountains surrounding us, and knowing that help was on the way to feed these people. So many of the reports that I got were that Vernonia was stable but it looks like that information was incorrect. I’m glad we decided to come here. Times like this make all we do worth it.

December 5, 2007 - San Diego, CA Wildfires

I guess you can say it’s bad timing…I guess I would like to say a lot of things. For now all I know is that on November 26 someone, somehow, from one of the places where we purchased food, fuel, or lodging, got a hold of my AMEX number and has been having a grand ole time for the last 10 days. We’ve been so busy helping people that I did not know someone was helping themselves to my bank account.

I’m kind of angry at the person who did this right now. We’re out here doing good things, and why did this have to happen? I’m just trying to be honest. Although I feel this way, in my heart I know it’s wrong. I know God has nothing to do with this. It’s just the world we live in, and I refuse to let things that are dark change me.

I suppose life will always be challenging and bad things will continue to happen to others and to me. People will disappoint us, people will hurt us, and sometimes when we are looking the other way people will take advantage of us. I am human and fully aware of my shortcomings but I hope I will always find just enough strength to stand – and not let the things of this world change who I am and who I want to be.

In the words of the musician Andy Zipf, “Keep On.”

December 1, 2007 - San Diego, CA Wildfires

Morning came quick today. I woke at 3 am as if I was not even sleeping. The wind was howling, and I decided to go for my daily run. There are no lights up here so running through these mountains in the dark can be adventurous. But the morning hours seem to be the only time to clear my head. Well, maybe I should say in theory they should be the only time to clear my head but lately I have had so much on my mind that anxiety of what is next seems to take precedence. The cold, strong wind froze my cheeks after 20 minutes so I decided to head back to the hotel.

I knew the rain and wind was going to pose some challenges for us in the mountains today but I can honestly say I was not expecting what developed over the next few hours.

We got in the car and headed up to the reservation, and everywhere we went the roads were blocked by state troopers due to all the landslides that happened through the night. After explaining to the authorities that we positioned equipment on different parts of the mountain the day before and were heading up to help open the roads, they wished us luck and let us through.

The first obstacle we encountered was a truck sunk deep into the mud. We left the rental car on the side of the road and headed in by foot. What we saw next was a first for all of us. Roads were washed out so bad that the rock and dirt that once was the base for the roads were gone. Asphalt hung suspended in the air without anything underneath except a vertical cliff down the mountain.

Along came an Indian with a very old four-wheel-drive pickup. It was one of those trucks designed to climb rocks so we decided to hitch a ride in the back for about one mile. Along the way, we discovered a dog that was killed by the avalanche. As the Indian picked up the dog and laid it in the back of the truck by our feet, he sadly explained that the dog was his – and told us how proud he was of his once beautiful, strong mastiff. Tim and I locked eyes and knew what each was thinking without saying any words…and continued to look at each other as blood poured out of this man’s best friend. We eventually looked up the road to survey the task at hand: opening these roads so that the people stranded and blocked in by the mud, rocks, and trees could get out.

We finally made it to our first Cat 252B Skid Loader. We went to work without even letting the cold machine warm up. I took the first shift but then handed the machine over to Seth so I could talk with the Indians coming from their houses. Many of them had been waiting for someone to come open the roads so they could escape. They explained how everything happened so quickly. We worked at a rapid speed for hours and then finally brought in the grapple truck.

We reached another area near the Indian reservation that had flooded so badly that the mud was five feet deep and mixed with boulders and trees – and when I say trees, I mean all of the trees…including the root systems. Seth began to extract the large logs from the road and load them one by one into the holding bodies.

As we ventured farther into the reservation we saw mudslides and washouts like we have never seen before. One part of the mountain had a 60-foot crevice carved out. Everything in the mudslides’ path was either destroyed or moved, including large boulders. But by the end of the day all the roads were opened. It was quiet though and not many people returned.


The weather is changing rapidly here. It’s cold, windy and rainy. From what I can tell we don’t have much more time to get things done. Another storm system is coming in a few days, and there is still more to do.

We have positioned our equipment once again. This time we placed a Cat loader at the firehouse and another one at the tribal council’s main offices where people will gather in case of another emergency. The wind is starting to blow stronger as I write this. I can hear things clanging and banging outside our hotel. Tomorrow morning will be here in a few hours.

I’ll say a prayer before I go to bed. Give us strength, speed and safety…help the Indians to make it through the continual challenges they face and that lie ahead, and if it’s not too much to ask for, we would love to be home with our families and friends by Christmas.

November 30, 2007 - San Diego, CA Wildfires

It is now Day 36 since we have left for Southern California. From our first day on the Indian reservation we have worked day and night, seven days a week, Thanksgiving and Sundays for one reason—to get the home sites cleared so FEMA can get trailers in before the expected rains and mudslides hit.

Today, Friday, November 30, marks the completion of the home sites we were asked to clean and prepare for trailers but today is also the day the rain began. For the last few weeks I’ve been getting up every morning at 3 am with my heart pounding and my mind running. There are so many things to think of… this idea I have for the First Response Team…how will it work? Should I keep paying for this? Will we get this done in time before the rains come?

At dawn, we pulled the grapple truck out of its safe parking area and headed into the mountains to extract what would have been the last few loads of metal and ash remaining. But then it started to rain. By the time we got rain suits on we were completely soaked. Within 30 minutes we found ourselves in a predicament. As our crane began to sink into the ash and clay, we immediately realized there wasn’t much time to figure out what action to take. Before we even knew what was happening, the crane started sliding sideways down the mountainside. There was a tractor trailer not too far from where we were working so we called to him for help. He positioned his equipment on the nearby roadway allowing us to create a stabilizing rigging system.

We have prepared for these types of worse case scenarios. Without delay, Seth hooked up a custom cable sling, latching it onto all main pulling points of the crane with equal pulling pressure. Tim speedily began combining chain-after-chain-after-chain, which we then secured to the assisting tractor trailer fixed firmly on nearby asphalt. FEMA was calling and letting us know that landslides were beginning to cover surrounding highways and insisting that there was no time to save the truck. Our hearts were racing as mandatory evacuations were declared and nearby neighborhood roads were being engulfed with mud.

At this point, all of our hearts were pounding. I did not want to lose my $310,000 crane truck but I also wanted myself and my men to be safe. As we tried the first pull away, the 65,000-pound crane again started sliding sideways down the hill. Luckily, the crane crashed against a huge pile of metal and stopped. We repositioned the slings, cables, and chains and 45 minutes later we finally recovered the rig.

Before we evacuated, we took the two CAT skid steers and placed them in separate locations on the Indian reservation. We picked the areas we thought would get hit the worst and left the CATs there. When the rain stops we will return, and if the mud does not take away the machines we will use them to dig these people out.

We began to find our way down the mountain by Highway 76. We were told that the road was closed by mudslides but no one knew where. We decided to head south and found ourselves in a little town called Julian. It’s safe here. The mountains surrounding us have trees on them to hold back the mud. The fire did not hit here. We will stay here tonight.

I’m relieved that Seth, Tim and I are safe. My equipment? Well I guess we will find out in a few hours if it made it. We found an old hotel to stay at. Right now, the weather outside sounds like a scary movie. The wind whistles through this old building like…well, I just can’t explain how it sounds. The rain is crashing against the window so loud it sounds like someone is taking their hands and beating on the side of the wall.

This is the day we were trying to beat and in a way we did. We got the home sites done but today the pressure was on. We evacuated successfully, and we are safe. What else could you ask for? Now if I could just get my heart to calm its beating I might be able to get some sleep.

La Jolla is the poorest Indian reservation in the area as they have no casino and no thriving business to keep financial resources coming in. But….La Jolla is the first Indian reservation to be cleaned up and the first for trailers to be brought in for people to live in. The federal government cannot believe the work we have performed in such a short period of time, and the tribal council is so proud to say their reservation is on its way to a full recovery.

I’m proud of my men, I’m proud of our equipment, I’m thankful for all of our friends who have stood by our side, encouraging us to keep on, and I’m thankful we are safe.

The poor Indian tribe of La Jolla has something to be proud of again, and they are rebuilding their lives and facing new challenges with newfound assurance that they can and will overcome.

This is why Disaster Recovery Solutions’ First Response Team exists—for moments like this. To persevere hand-in-hand with those who have lost everything. Sharing in the hope that we can and will overcome every obstacle. Nothing is impossible, and better days are ahead.

Life will always be full of challenges. May we always find the courage to face the impossible and never give up. And when I can’t find the strength inside me, may I always be given the grace to be reminded that help is a prayer away.

November 19, 2007 - San Diego, CA Wildfires

I never thought we would be here this long but we are. Thanksgiving is coming up fast…only two days away. Thanksgiving morning we will not wake up to the usual aroma of gravy and stuffing. Tim, Seth and I will still be here at La Jolla, sifting through ash, lifting piles of metal, crushing burnt cars, and franticly trying to get these home sites clear. The winds are coming on Wednesday; they might start fires again. The rain is coming; it could be here any day. What is ahead is almost impossible to prepare for. How do you hold a mountain back when the hills, as far as the eyes can see, begin to slide? I feel the urgency as I sit in this makeshift cabin two miles outside the Indian reservation. Though the sun has been down for hours, my heart is beating in such a way that I want to get back out there and begin work. But we must rest and get some sleep.

At daybreak we begin again. The sooner I get the charred lots clear, the sooner trailers can be brought in and stocked with clothing and food. Communication has not yet been established. The phone lines are not connected yet and even if they were, where would they connect to? If another fire starts, if the mudslides begin, how will all the Indians in these mountains know the danger that befalls them?

I never cease to be amazed how disasters change people. We don’t have many stories because the fact remains most of these Indians have left their destroyed homes. But the few we meet are thankful we are here and, more amazingly, they are thankful for what they have left. As I have said before, fires destroy everything and leave nothing behind. But what we would call junk, what we would call charred garbage, is what they call theirs.

Yesterday Tim and Seth ventured up a gravel road that was so questionable we weren’t even sure if it was a good idea to take our highly-specialized and valuable claw truck up it. We walked the road first. Seth thought he could handle it, and we agreed to pioneer to the site. Later this evening Tim shared with me that two women came and explained how they would like to watch as Tim and Seth grabbed debris and loaded it in the truck. Obviously the guys agreed but only found an old car jack, some weights, and a knife. Out of nowhere one of the ladies said, “This might be nothing but junk and metal to you, but this is my metal and junk.”

I’m not sure if I will ever truly understand what that lady meant. What would make a melted pile of metal and ash so meaningful to someone? I don’t know but I’m glad we helped this lady find those few items. If it means that much to them, then it means something to me.

Sometimes I feel such a disconnect from those we are helping because I have never truly walked in their shoes. Don’t get me wrong, I have had loss in my life – mostly those I loved and miss dearly – but no matter how many times you have gone through loss, it’s as if it’s happening for the first time.

God, if you are out there, give these people enough strength to make it through each day…for this too shall pass.

November 5, 2007 - San Diego, CA Wildfires

Working up at the Indian Reservation has been sad. Most of the Indians have dispersed to other areas since their homes have been destroyed. While sifting through the ashes we find bowls of coins, jewelry, and sometimes papers that would obviously be valuable to their owners. Finding two diamond wedding rings yesterday was the highlight. All we can do is leave them on the site we cleaned as there is no one to even give them to. The reality is there is nothing left, nothing to even begin to start over with. I know that when the people return home to the Indian reservation they will be encouraged to find their home site cleaned and will find hope to start over again. The chief is so thankful that we are here to help. We interact with him a few times every day but you can tell the fires and enormous losses have made a lasting impact on him. I hope better days are ahead for the Indians.

Although surrounded by devastation, it has been a great experience to work with the firemen. Often we see them trying to cut up and pull trees that have fallen close to the road. Many of these trees are too big to manage with saws and manpower. We stop along the highways and help the firemen with the equipment we have. They desperately need assistance and are always so appreciative of our help.

In a few weeks, FEMA will be bringing in trailers for these people to live in. I hope this will help them feel like they can get back on their own land and begin again. Tomorrow morning we will be sifting through the ashes of a trailer that belonged to a waitress. She says she kept hundreds of dollars in change in her kitchen. I hope we can recover that money for her. Soon the rains will come and these mountains will experience tremendous mud slides due to lack of trees and vegetation that once held the dirt and rocks in place. We will continue to work here and help these people.