Last night was my first big scare with fire. I had enjoyed a leisurely Sunday of bike riding, thimble berry picking, and rock skipping on the Mad river with Squirrel Meat. Upon settling in for the night I noticed a small fire truck with flashing red lights speed up my road (a dead end road). Huh?... then another larger fire truck followed by a bulldozer. What is that? The sound of a helicopter, which upon looking up to the sky was carrying a water bucket.
A half mile up my road is timber property that is very dry. It was obvious that something major was going on. My roomies and I quickly got on the phone, as the helicopter continued passing back and forth, to get whatever information we could. We also opened a bottle of wine to calm ourselves down just a bit. We finally got a hold of a neighbor who was on his quad watching the action. It was a fire on the timber property and he was going to continue watching the progress and give us updates.
A few hours later we saw a fire truck leaving, then another. The sound of the helicopter just a memory. There was a calm in the air and we could now sleep.
(Photo shown is not from around these here parts)