Living in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range can be both beautiful and scary. We pretty much have two colors on the hillsides: green or gold/brown. If we are fortunate and get plenty of rain, everything starts to turn green in January. In May, the thick, tall grass starts to dry and the hillsides turn to gold...not the kind that you mine!
Living on the edge of the rolling, dry hills can be scary because there is always the chance of a brush fire. Last week the neighbor called to tell me she saw smoke raising above the hill to the east. That can only mean one thing, a brush fire.
We hopped in the neighbor's golf cart to see how far away it was, if it was blowing toward us, and if help was needed. You can see the water tank on the hill to the right of the smoke. We were headed around and through the undeveloped property next to us.
You can see the water tank again, to the right. We took the service road to its end. As the smoke got thicker and turned to gray we knew that the fire fighters had arrived.
We could see some flames peaking over the hill on the left where there is just a little smoke. There are three houses in this area. It appeared that the fire burned to the house on the right.
Thankfully, there was no damage to the house and nobody was injured. As the sun set in the west we headed back home and noticed that the bats were coming out...I have no idea where their "cave" is but they seemed to fill the air. That is for another day....I am not a fan of bats!
I am participating in Outdoor Wednesday hosted by Susan at A Southern Daydreamer.