mfrench
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Free ranging thread.
Starting out with,... Neil Youngs house burned to the ground. Hopefully all is well stored there, and all are ok.
I've been working extremely hard for years clearing brush getting ready for these events. But I still feel like I'm buried in chaparral brush.
Its pretty, and, its sketchy; its pretty sketchy.
To remove all of everything around here leaves you living on a moonscape. To actually try to remove it would take a bulldozer, and create huge brush piles. So, I've gone in and hollowed things out, removed as much dead material as possible. This has been at an almost obsessive level, going on for a long while now.
What eats at me the most, when the weather does this, is that we have a major conduit, in the form of I-15 just two miles or so to our east. This is the direction that the winds blow from. Between us and the freeway is two miles of chaparral brush that is seriously deep; can range to 50' deep in oak canyon areas, with a good average of 20' tall abundant immediately near.
I was just picking up burned to the filter cigarette butts from near our mailbox. This is in an area with abundant dead grasses, and now, large diameter bone dry tumbleweeds. A spark on one of those, in these winds, is like the devils bowling ball.
OK,... my road is a dead end road, without much traffic. Where did all of those dang butts come from?
Can all of those people driving the I-15 be trusted to not throw cig butts out the window?
OK,... so I spent the morning doing more fire fuel abatement removal, and watching the horizon, when I hear sirens getting louder. I was hoping that it was just the cops, seriously. But no, it was a series of those bulldog-style stubby yet massive wild land fire fighting trucks rolling down th road to town, and, one after the other, sirens and lights blazing.
This, just a mile or so from us, and just this afternoon,... and where they were heading., It is downwind from us.
https://www.villagenews.com/photos/big/54577/12
Starting out with,... Neil Youngs house burned to the ground. Hopefully all is well stored there, and all are ok.
I've been working extremely hard for years clearing brush getting ready for these events. But I still feel like I'm buried in chaparral brush.
Its pretty, and, its sketchy; its pretty sketchy.
To remove all of everything around here leaves you living on a moonscape. To actually try to remove it would take a bulldozer, and create huge brush piles. So, I've gone in and hollowed things out, removed as much dead material as possible. This has been at an almost obsessive level, going on for a long while now.
What eats at me the most, when the weather does this, is that we have a major conduit, in the form of I-15 just two miles or so to our east. This is the direction that the winds blow from. Between us and the freeway is two miles of chaparral brush that is seriously deep; can range to 50' deep in oak canyon areas, with a good average of 20' tall abundant immediately near.
I was just picking up burned to the filter cigarette butts from near our mailbox. This is in an area with abundant dead grasses, and now, large diameter bone dry tumbleweeds. A spark on one of those, in these winds, is like the devils bowling ball.
OK,... my road is a dead end road, without much traffic. Where did all of those dang butts come from?
Can all of those people driving the I-15 be trusted to not throw cig butts out the window?
OK,... so I spent the morning doing more fire fuel abatement removal, and watching the horizon, when I hear sirens getting louder. I was hoping that it was just the cops, seriously. But no, it was a series of those bulldog-style stubby yet massive wild land fire fighting trucks rolling down th road to town, and, one after the other, sirens and lights blazing.
This, just a mile or so from us, and just this afternoon,... and where they were heading., It is downwind from us.
https://www.villagenews.com/photos/big/54577/12
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