As I started typing this post, two of the scanners came on. Both had "tone" signals. The way it works, different components of the local first responder and law units have a "tone." So when something happens that involves large numbers of these people, the message over the radio is preceded by a sequence of tones. If your tone plays, the message is for you.
I hear it a lot but there were a lot of tones in this string. That told me something bad was happening. When the message came over, it was the one I dread the most. Some old guy was out burning a pile of scrap wood, and the wind, which is strong today, carried sparks into the woods and now the woods are burning. I know this is a bad one because I heard the forest service tone, which means the local fire guys need help.
On the wall is a large topo map of the surrounding area. I found the place where the fire is , and it is on the other side of the county from me. I am safe, then. Who would be burning today when it is high wind, low humidity, and outdoor fires are prohibited? I live in fear of forest fires. My home is way out in the woods, with only a vehicle trail to get in and out of. That trail is so overgrown with trees that in summer it's like driving through a green tunnel. A fire could easily cut me off up here,and that would be the end of me. Around the buildings, 180 degrees is cleared for the meadow, but the other 180 degrees, the woods come right up to the house. And as most of you know, my buildings are all cedar log, with cedar shake roofs. Twice in the last 30 years, fires have come close to burning me out, but the forest service saved the day both times. Even so, I keep a brief case full of important papers, and a carrying cage for the ferrets, ready to go in case I have to bail out.
The radio is really popping. Bad radio discipline, the fire crews are "stepping on" each other. I'm keeping half an ear on all this as I write. I know it can't reach me here. Not this time, anyway,
We are planting blue berries today. My wife says the bushes are two years old, and that they will grow and provide us with blue berries if the chickens don't eat them. I can't do any of the digging yet, but my part of the job is to string chicken wire around the bushes so the chickens can't destroy them. With my wife home now, gardening is going to be a priority. Gardening to her is like guns to me.
In early April my kids came home for a week. It was an unexpected visit, they came to help out while I was "in dry dock" and not able to do much around the place. With their help, M (my wife) got the outside of the place all spruced up and my son did a lot of repair work I wasn't able to get to. I like to sit out here in the sun.
The fire saga is really getting going now so I am finishing up here and following that. I am trying to come by everyone's blogs so be patient with me about that.