Life is never dull around here.
I spent Saturday getting ready for guests. In the late afternoon, the bulk of my chores were done and I decided to go for a quick swim before my friends arrived.
I went out to clean the pool with our pool net before swimming. I heard the voices of a couple guys (obviously intoxicated) partying in our canyon. I noticed, because normally it's very, very, quiet where I live.
People are not allowed to be where these guys were, and the thought of calling our neighborhood security passed through my mind. The thing is, I only had about a half hour to spare and I decided they were probably harmless hikers so I dismissed the thought. (We do get hikers in the canyon frequently.)
As it turns out, even if I had called security they would not have arrived in time to prevent what happened.
I went inside and put my bathing suit on.
I came out just a minute or two later to see smoke and flames immediately behind my house.
I ran to call 911.
I also called for help from everyone in my house.
It took nine minutes for the firemen to arrive.
Nine minutes doesn't sound like long, but when you live in a canyon filled with dry brush, and it's on fire, nine minutes is an eternity.
My husband immediately began hosing off the bushes on the perimeter of our property.
The flames were racing up hill towards us at an alarming rate.
It was scary.
(And yes, I do realize my golden retriever is smiling in the background of that photo. I think he was thrilled with all the people running in and out of our backyard! Not only that? Firemen give lots of pets and ear rubs!)
It wasn't long until we heard sirens and soon our backyard was filled with firemen and fire hoses, and fire gear …
The fire helicopter would fill up it's water tank at the lake behind our house and then drop the water on the flames. At one point, the flames were racing up the hill toward us and we were really scared. It felt like the fire would reach our house in seconds.
And then …
We all cheered.
(I even got a little wet during that particular water drop!)
The helicopter (fireman) pilot waved and gave us a thumbs up sign.
Arson investigators were on the scene very quickly.
Don't even get me started on the type of assholes who set fires intentionally!
We had an enormous crew of firemen at our house, and right BEHIND our house, for hours upon hours. They built fire breaks, they cleared brush with axes and chain saws, they lifted heavy fire hoses through rugged terrain.
Even when the flames were out, they kept right on working until well after dark.
Firemen are heroes … absolute, badass, heroes!
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