This afternoon we were treated to one of those quick, but intense, summer storms. The clouds rolled in. The sky opened up and let loose. There was thunder and lightning. In fact, there was one clap of thunder that was so loud it was practically in the house. It blinked off the TV and startled the kid and I to the point of hugs to make us feel better.
A few minutes later I happened to glance out the back window….
To see that the lightning was as close as the clap of thunder had made it seem.
It was just a little fire, so I thought I’d just bring a hose as far as I could reach and do a little bucket hauling the last little bit to put it out before it got any bigger. I figured that would be quicker than calling the fire department.
So I put on my shoes and started dragging hoses and buckets up the hill. My son was supposed to be helping but was not really.
When we got about a third of the way up a fireman magically appeared up by the fire. (Actually they just came up from around on the side of the hill where they could park their truck closer.) My theory of my speed vs. their speed having been shot down, I was more than happy to let them do it. It saved me the trouble of hauling my keister the rest of the way up the hill. In the mud.
He came down to tell me that, thought it looked like it would have put itself out, they were going to take care of it. He also said that I needn’t worry about any threat of danger or damage to the property. (Which was nice, but I wasn’t worried.) Then he returned to the job at hand.
Not being occupied with putting out the fire myself, I returned to my usual role of photographer. These photos are slightly misleading, though. I have a reasonable zoom on my camera, so they aren’t quite so close as this makes them out to be.
or you may be able to see better in this next photo that I adjusted for brightness and contrast. It was taken from my back porch.
They put out the fire.
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