Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
As of ten minutes ago, this is what the fire was doing- cresting the ridge of the mountain that by my estimates is about three miles away from us. I had to get out our big camera to take this shot, and I should have used a tripod. Whatever. I am going to go outside and watch the flames eat the trees. It is closer to us than I would like it to be, but since Ryan is my resident expert, he having been a hot shot crew member, having taken fire classes and range management, he having the inside info because of his job, AND the fact that he has traversed the terrain many times on his motorcycle, I am relying on him for worry. And since he's not worried, I'm not worried. Now, I'm going to spend some time in a lawn chair watching the flames.