Getting up before daylight, I thought I smelled smoke and went around the house looking out windows, as if it would do any good in the dark. At least I couldn't see any flames and so went about the business of coffee, etc. Barely light now, a plume of smoke is rising on the eastern horizon from a fire that has to be either up on Slug Gulch or over on Omo Ranch. One brief burst of siren set off all the dogs and the donkey down the road. I can hear big trucks going up Slug Gulch, so I'm thinking it's in that direction. The last few years have been relatively fire free and it's easy to get lulled into a false sense of security. It's a danger we face every year. All eyes in the area will be facing eastward today.
Walking in the dim hallway yesterday, I glanced down and thought, "Well, what is that?" Oh, good grief. It was a five-inch lizard that dashed into the bathroom when I moved toward it. Together, we had a mad scramble until I grabbed a washcloth and trapped it to take outside and put in a flower pot. These guys are carrying the totem thing too far!
Trucks are still on the move. It's not light enough for the water-carrying helicopters or the spotter plane yet. Man, it gets tense when there's smoke.