Christopher Jordan Dorner Manhunt: 'Freaking the Fuck Out' While Big Bear's Under Siege
|Photos by Arissia Owen|
|A SWAT officer is seen outside the author's window.|
I thought I was in for a real treat. "Take the baby and go into town for a couple of hours for a long lunch," my boyfriend Jeff was saying on the other end of the phone line. "I'll buy."
Something certainly seemed strange. I explained that I didn't really have time for a leisurely lunch in the village; that's what we call the quaint little shopping and restaurant area in downtown Big Bear Lake. I thanked him kindly. But he insisted.
Then, very calmly, he explained why. The manhunt for Christopher Dorner, the man who was suspected of killing an Irvine couple two days prior and a police officer in the early-morning hours of that day, had moved to Big Bear.
And not just Big Bear, in general, but specifically walking distance from our house in Big Bear. Geographically, we were the closest full-time residents to where Dorner's truck was found. And I was home alone with a toddler with the doors unlocked.
I thought Jeff was trying to screw with me because I had very animatedly told him all about the Dorner events that morning over breakfast. I got off the phone and immediately emailed my former editor at the local newspaper, the Big Bear Grizzly. "Did you hear anything about a burning truck in the forest near my house?" I asked. "Something about a man who murdered some people and killed a cop?"
At that same moment, my house started to shake from a helicopter that I could very clearly see outside my kitchen window. I started moving so fast my brain couldn't even keep up with what I was trying to do. I locked the doors. I slowed down and washed my face and tried to wrap my head around what was happening.
Then there was a loud knock at the door, and I nearly pissed my pants. I grabbed my 16-month-old son, ran into the bedroom and locked the door. My heart was thumping so hard I could hear it, like a scream about to escape my chest. Then I realized that my bedroom has glass French doors that go out to the deck, which wraps around to the front door.
I crept outside to try and see what was happening, and it turned out to be Jeff, who had been driving to the house anyway to make sure I vacated. He swept up our son, yelled at me to get in the car, and within seconds, I was driving out of the neighborhood, our peaceful, unbelievably serene alpine neighborhood that backs up to Forest Service Road 2N10, where Dorner's truck was found.
|Police tape interrupts a homey winter scene.|
Within minutes, I was at my 10-year-old daughter's school to pull her out before an inevitable lockdown occurred. I had no idea what to do or where to go, but I knew I wanted her with me when I decided what that would be. I didn't want her near any sort of impromptu asymmetrical warfare.
The school secretary acted as though I were a little nutty. No one was wise to the seriousness of what was going on. We headed to the park and sat until Facebook caught up with us. Word started spreading fast, and people in Big Bear collectively started freaking the fuck out looking for information to confirm that what was happening was actually happening.
It took about an hour before Dorner's trip to Big Bear was reported in the media. Reporters have to confirm things. Facebook does not.
My friend Andrea reached out and invited us over to her house near the lake. When the location of the truck started to make the grapevine, my phone started to explode. The schools were all on lockdown shortly after. Big Bear quickly started to feel like a ghost town.
We hunkered down and watched the news nonstop, trying to get some sort of clue as to what the heck to do. It became clear I was not going home soon. I canceled my phone interview with the Irish punk band Flogging Molly--the old "manhunt in the mountains" excuse. I just could not pull it together for that.
Lucky for us, Andrea and her husband, Josh, are in the lodging biz (shout out to Sleepy Forest Cottages in Big Bear Lake!), and they were gracious enough to put us up for the night in one of their cabins.
Jeff stayed at work all day at Snow Summit, where he works on Ski Patrol. Both resorts stayed open until late afternoon, when Bear closed early and Snow Summit closed the east side of its runs. People kept snowboarding a little to the west as though there was not a war going on slopeside.
That shocked me. The schools were on lockdown, armored vehicles in the forest, everything scheduled seemed to be canceled, the Girl Scouts weren't selling cookies in front of the grocery stores--but we were worried about tourism. Big Bear is always worried about tourism.
No one quite knew how much to panic, how far the precautions should reach, even though SWAT team members were spreading around the neighborhood like ants.