
Ablaze
I was virtually sleepless last night as a fire raged less than 2 miles away. Praying for folks who were closer to it; praying that the wind didn't change or grow stronger. Last night I went to a high point to keep vigil, watching the blaze overtake an old stand of trees on the crest of the inferno enveloped mountain above my home. My mountain; my trees. I'd hiked, jogged, biked and ran up to the top of that mountain hundreds of times in my life and rested in the shade of those old trees. I cried last night as I watched the flames overtake them.
At 6 A.M. this morning, I awoke from a restless nap and went outside to see if my mountain was overcome. A "Super Scooper" plane passed directly above me, arced towards the mountain and dropped a load on the charred and still smoldering crest. They had worked through the night to keep the flames at bay. We're not out of danger yet––the fire is only 10% contained and there are still many homes in it's wake––but I am so thankful for these men.
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