Two sounds dominate my neighborhood this afternoon: copters and firetrucks!
Fire!
Nearby!
I estimate it around a half mile from here.
You don’t have to look to know. The air is acrid with smoke, blown by our very strong and gusty Santa Ana winds.
I’ve been watching an Orange County Fire Authority chopper fly in, probably dropping water or retardant. He’s flying too low to see for sure.
Dangerous work. I can’t thank them enough.
More than likely this will be controlled. It’s a heavily populated area. There are scores of homes nearby.
In the meantime I’m here with Doppler, ready to go if we must.
Scary! Hope it was put out quickly, whatever it was.
Oh my gosh! I hope you guys are safe. I can only imagine how frightening that is.
Fall. New England Girl house-sitting in SoCal (Escondido). Smells smoke. Stands outside in driveway with old friend New England Boy/longtime CA transplant/lost his home already once. “Those are ashes.” (Says he.) “Nah – they’re leaves, aren’t they?” “Laurie, they are ASHES. Get the car packed and be ready to grab the animals.” Suddenly, planes overhead dropping orange flame retardant. Things calm down after awhile. We can breathe. Literally and figuratively.
Please be careful…grab all you can….don’t forget doppler