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February 27, 2013

Escort the Fire Truck

Filed under: Cabin — Stanley Turner @ 11:24 pm

A long, long time ago, Laura and I were spending a week at the cabin.  It was about noon and we were the only ones at the cabin.
As I sat reading my book, I noticed that I was smelling smoke.   After a few minutes, I heard fire engines in the distance towards the farm.  Then I could see wafts of smoke coming up the creek.
Laura and I decided to see what the excitement was about.  We rode my 4trak up the gravel pit, turned left at on pangletown. We went by the sheep sacrifice spot and started passing people on the gravel road.  One of them was carrying a shovel,  so I asked him where the fire was. He said he would show us if we gave him a ride.  So he sat on my fourtraks front rack and pointed where to go.  We went down a dirt road, and we saw a bunch of guys heading down the hill towards the smoke.

I parked my bike and started to follow when a short and very intense man walked up to me and Starts informing me that there is a water truck coming and the dirt road is blocked by some trucks.   He orders me to move the trucks.  I start to tell him that I am not one of the firefighters, but he interrupts to yell at me “GET THOSE DAMN TRUCKS MOVED NOW!!! ” I just stare at him a moment while l try to decide what to do.  Finally I say “OK” and he stalks off.
Luckily each driver had left the key so I got into each truck and drove them into the woods clearing the road.
After that,  I started back to the fire to have my look at it. The short intense man came up to me again he looked over at my fourtrak and told me that the water truck had missed the turn and was lost in the woods.  He told me to go find the truck and bring it back to the fire.  I really wanted to see the fire but I saw the need for the water truck.
And I really didn’t want the woods to burn down.
So Laura and I got on the fourtrak and went down the trail looking for a fire truck.  Using my Indian tracking skills, I spotted tire tracks going past the turn off to get to the fire.  I followed the tracks to the top of a hill we call BreakNeck because it is so steep and windie. It can be a challenge for any jeep. The tracks went down BreakNeck.  So I went down also.  When we got to the bottom of the hill we found the fire truck with an old guy standing beside it wiping the sweat off his face and looking at a map.  I rode up to him and told him that he missed the turn back up the trail.  He looked up at BreakNeck and said there was no way in Hell that he would go back up the hill.  He said he was lost and asked if I could lead him to a road so he could drive around to the fire.
I told him that it was a long way through the woods and the roads were not very good.  He said he was not going up the hill.  So I decided to  show him the way out.  A problem was that His water truck was full of water and his truck was wide. The road was narrow at spots. He had to break out the chain saw many many times so the truck could get through.  We would wait for him to clear out trees and lead him to the next bottleneck.  After a couple of hours of this, the sun went down and we were still leading them out.  The lights of the truck would sweep thru the woods as he spun sideways in mud holes. Eventually, we made it past the what we call the chicken coop which is on the edge of the property.  There we met a neighbor driving into the woods to see what all the noise was since the fireman had been using the chainsaw a lot. We finally got to a paved road around eight in the evening.  The fireman was sooooo happy to be out. He said it was to late to go around to the fire since they had it under control.  He insisted that we follow him to the fire house so they could feed us something.  We declined and headed back to the cabin.  Our unplanned adventure behind us.

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