Profile: Jason

Monday morning. Late again.

“I woke up at 1ike 10 o’clock, and I was late to go see her.  So I was throwing on my clothes and just trying to get out the door.”

For Jason Blanchard, September 6 was just like any other morning.  Eager to meet up with a new romantic interest, he was rushing to gather himself and head into town.  But before he could make it into the shower the landline started ringing.

It was a reverse 911 call saying there was a small fire in the area, but that evacuation was voluntary.

“So I thought okay, you know, no big deal.  I looked out the window and could see smoke, but it was blowing in the other direction and it didn’t look that serious.”

Quickly rinsing off to wake himself up and hastily getting dressed Blanchard jumped in his Land Cruiser and drove off down Sugarloaf Road.

“I only had my sandals on. I wasn’t even wearing shoes because I thought ‘I’m going to be back in 30 minutes.’”