We’re still in the middle of haying, and the grass on
the hills is still green – but it’s now fire season. Our local volunteer fire crew - of which we are members - has been paged out three
times this week.
Haying
is running over a month behind due to an extremely cool, wet summer. We’re usually finished with the first cutting
early in July, but we didn’t even start until the 12th of
July.
Before that hay had a chance
to dry, we were hit with another series of afternoon showers. In an average year, it takes about three days
for hay to dry enough to be baled. Those
first three fields laid in the windrow for 12 days before there was enough
break in the weather for them to dry.
On Tuesday, a rancher mowing
along the road sparked a small fire.
On Wednesday, lightening
caused a fire in a deep, forested coulee.
It took some dozen trucks, several dozen firefighters, two retardant
tankers, an overnight standby, and a day to mop up the hot-spots.
On Thursday, we put together
our own ranch ‘fire truck’: a 300-gallon water
tank on a flatbed, with pump, hose, and fire tools. I was just getting ready to go out and bale
hay when a thunderstorm rolled in and dropped ¼” of rain. After it passed, we saw smoke on the ridge
across the river.
Four of us went up from the
bottom as far as we could on ATVs, then hoofed it up the rest of the way
carrying fire tools and a chainsaw. We
had it contained to a small area when the trucks reached us from above, and
laid enough hose to extinguish it.
The wet summer has grown
some lush fuel that will become more and more dangerous as the summer
progresses. Lightening strikes are common. We’ve used our home-built rig on two fires in
the past, and take some comfort in having that water standing by for a quick
response.
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