Yesterday, after we went to the grocery store
(and no my kids did not behave like this)
WE SAW SMOKE.
LOTS of it.
So, what is a fireman’s daughter to do?
She called her hubby, told him to turn on the news and navigate her to the safest nearest road to see some action.
(My hubby is used to his wife chasing smoke. Let’s just say a fire-stack puts off orange smoke and can be at least 50 miles away.)
I grew up chasing fires with my Dad. We would see smoke and there we would go. Sometimes we were in the fire truck and other times we were just in his truck.
When we go visit him – my kids still get to take a ride in the fire truck. I didn’t realize – until I got married, that not every kid rode in a fire truck or knew how to spot smoke and know if it was a grass fire or something else. I really thought this was common knowledge.
White smoke is grass or brush fire.
Black smoke is something burning with carbon in it. Like houses or tires.
Let me also say – we did not get in anyone’s way. We stayed a safe distance. However, I did wish my Dad had been with us – he would have driven us up to the action and my kids would have seen the firefighters working.
I can’t count how many times as a little girl – I had to stay in the cab of a fire truck while watching a house burn down. I was just amazed at the men or women going into the house that was burning down.
I appreciate fire fighters for what they do. They give up sleep. Sometimes, they give up their lives.
This fire turns out to be started in a field that had tires in it. We are in fire season – it is SUPER dry and the wind is outrageous, making it worse.
Many times, my kids kept saying it looks like a tornado.
I want my kids to experience real life to the fullest. Because of the fire, I was able to teach them about safety, drought, and chemicals.
Sometimes a trip to the grocery store turns out to be the ultimate home school field trip!
Blessings to you! You are loved!