A peaceful walk around the neighborhood.

A large, red-pained pole that’s charred at the far end. Why, and why? And from where?

And then a dead–well, most likely dead–comadreja. We didn’t hang around to find out.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
A peaceful walk around the neighborhood.
A large, red-pained pole that’s charred at the far end. Why, and why? And from where?
And then a dead–well, most likely dead–comadreja. We didn’t hang around to find out.
On New Year’s Day 2009 a huge fire deforested much of the area in which we walk dogs.
Almost 12 years later, in October 2020, another fire raged through.
Fortunately, many of the trees survived this time.
14 months after the last fire, last week, another big fire.
And yesterday on the dog walk we see this:
Wind from east northeast. The others came from the southwest. No sign of any activity. Around an hour later, Syd heard a helicopter (we leave from his house to walk), and this morning it appears to be out.
Almost 12 years between fires, then 14 months, then just over a week. Following that progression, we could have expected the next fire in 3-½ hours. Glad it didn’t happen.
A huge swath of our dog walk area became scorched earth during the fire. It will be interesting to watch what grows next.
Meanwhile, while there were still spot fires burning, someone rode through on a bicycle. Go figure.
A scene from yesterday: dried stump from last year’s fire springs into flame.
The “Boo!” tree, 30 November 2017 and 20 October 2020
31 December 2021
It rained last night. A lot.
When I first started dog walking with Syd, he told me this area would fill with water in the winter. I found it hard to believe in the middle of the summer!
But of course! 50 meters from the road, leave two red cabinet doors leaning against a tree. Kids? But why?
After the fires: it will be interesting to revisit this view in a few months. Our guess is that the tree front right will not survive, but that most of the others – because they still have some green needles, even if they don’t look healthy in the photo – might be OK.
pull a lame dog on a sandy trail in a bicycle trailer. Because why not.
Surreal: walking into the wildfire a week ago.