Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Mrs TWC called when she saw the smoke from down the mountain at the bank. Apparently from the up-angle, the smoke looked like it was coming from the neighbor's place. Mrs TWC ain't ever gonna be the chick who panics but I detected just a whiff of worry in her voice. Like maybe wondering if I should turn on the sprinklers, shove the dogs, cats, computers, and the photo albums into the Politically Incorrect Foreign Truck That's Made in America and get outta Dodge. Don't forget the House Blond, please.
Looked like it might be just over the ridge behind us, so I 4WD out to where I walk to the ridge most mornings. Once at the ridge I could see it burning further back on the plateau, which is now rolling grass land hosting a couple of wholesale growers. There was a time, just a few years ago, when it was home to a veritable forest of orange groves.
Today the hot dry wind was our friend, blowing the fire southwest along a ravine and away from nearby homes.