There’s a brush fire on my road. The last time we had a fire it took out much of the vegetation down our very long road and many of our homes.
Today, there are at least 10 fire trucks, helicopters, police, and borate bombers. The fire planes are dropping their loads of hot pink borate on the fire.
The fire is behind a house and land that has been here since my childhood.
Many of my neighbors are here with me at a view point, watching developments.
The fire is contained quickly, only 4 acres gone. At the home’s back field there are a long line of enormous granite boulders. They are now a hot neon pink and will be, probably for the next 25 years. It looks very artsy.
Which reminds me.
When I was a kid, we had a Nudist Colony way down at the end of my road in a little place called Fern Brook. The Colony was back in the hills and dales and open fields, as we have much of that where I live.
I never saw the Colony but I heard a lot about it. Police and Fire liked to go down there often and hike around and ‘keep an eye’ on things.
One day my dad went there with a sheriff friend. Daddy told us later that they were up ‘hiking around, keeping an eye on things’ when a fire started.
Fires in my town mushroom into enormous storms of red and yellow, kicked along by the hot, dry East winds that blow in from the desert and cross the mountains to our valley.
Because of the winds and the fires, we have a small airport in town where all the fire planes are stationed. They serve the county and even the state.
On this particular day with the Nudist Fire, the bombers were immediately in the air and overhead.
My father said he and the sheriff watched as the bombers roared in over the Nudist Colony, dipped in low and dumped their loads of neon pink borate to start quenching the fire
In their haste and enthusiasm, my dad said a plane dropped a huge load and swath of the borate on a lot of naked nudists who were running in all directions.
It takes a very long time for this lurid pink dye to wear off a person and for a very long time it was easy to tell which towns people were nudists!
If there’s a moral here, it might be that if you are a nudist, don’t practice your craft in fire country.
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