Just minutes after Hubs got home there was a knock at the door. Our across-the-street-neighbor's mother was at the door, needing to borrow our phone. She was supposed to pick up her grandchildren, but the daycare is located across the street from the fire, and was evacuated. She didn't know where the kids were. It was a frightening time. She found out they'd been taken to Christian's elementary school, which is also across the highway from the fire. Not a great plan, if you ask me. Which no one did.
Hubs changed out of his uniform and turned on the sprinklers. Then he took off to check the status of the fire. He said he'd be right back. An hour later, he came home, reeking of smoke. By this time, our house was full of it, too.
The fire had jumped five lanes, and was heading for our neighborhood.
The fire burned right up to the backyard of the houses two streets over from us, before the fire departments got it out. Our county commissioner had this strip dozed to try to keep it out of the backyards.
It burned a huge section of land behind that street, and next to our neighborhood pool, convenience store and hamburger place, as well as many acres across the highway.