Fire

It was windy up here Sunday night.  Very windy.  Bob woke up after 3 am, smelling smoke.  Going out on the patio, he saw the sky lit up over the nearby trees to a ghostly red.  He got me up and we went outside to assess the situation.  At first, there seemed no fire trucks, but then they started coming up our road and parking on Ajax Place, the next street up the hill.  I counted 5 trucks, plus police cars.   There was a brush-grass fire between the houses and the Golf Course Road.  It was freaky to be standing out on the dark street chatting with other very concerned neighbors.  At one point a policeman was walking up and down our street making sure everyone was awake.  He told us "we should evacuate, but it's not mandatory."  We checked on our housebound neighbors letting them know we were here to help.  Thankfully as time went by, the red glow eased and it seemed that the fire was under control.  By 5:30 we came in and ate breakfast and went back to sleep.  Bob walked up there this morning and said the area is still full of fire engines and crews cutting back brush that might fuel any flare-up.  It burned an area where we walked last Spring with Sonja and Erika less than a block from our house.  This fire, our worst fear living here, really made us realize how vulnerable we all are in the face of fire.  Thank goodness for all the fire fighters who came from far and wide to help put it out before it could burn up all our houses!

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