Labor Day weekend four years ago I heard multiple sirens drive down my road. My dogs were howling repeatedly as the next wave of sirens passed by, making the tension mount. Finally, after the fourth or fifth wave of deafening howls, I decided to drive down the street and discover what was going on.
I drove to the top of the hill where I could survey the surrounding 10 to 20 miles and saw a rather large fire maybe 6 miles away. I couldn’t tell whether a few houses were on fire or something else and did not want to get closer where I might impede fire fighters, so I left to inform my managers and children what was happening.
Feeling uneasy, about 20 minutes later I decided to do another reconnaissance drive. This time I found a significantly larger fire with winds flaring it in all directions. It did not appear to be under control but was still at least 5 miles away. As I drove home debating on the severity of my next steps, I decided to turn around and look at what was ...