Camp had some interesting activity in the afternoon. We were inside the house when several fire trucks came into the camp lane and rushed down toward main camp. Long story short they’d been fighting a fire on another property and the fire had made it’s way into camp. By the time the trucks had gotten here the hayfield had burned up and there were underbrush fires in parts of the pine forest. They started working on those.

Four of us drove out there to see what was going on. It was me, Josh, our son, and a friend who is in town for the woodcutters men’s weekend. The three of them went into the woods with shovels and were helping put out fires for a while until one of the firefighters asked them to leave. I had started walking into the woods to get a closer look but then started hearing men yelling and shouting and decided not to do that.

So I sat in the car until they all came back. I never felt like things were out of control but it was scary to imagine what could have happened if no one had been there to put out the fires and to do it as quick as they had done it. Our area was on red alert for no fires because of how dry things have been for many months. Dad and our friend went to go check the other side of the hayfield before we drove back from out there to the house.