Then another one came down the road, and another one and another -- until there were five in a row.
Some of the firefighters saw us and waved. I felt badly that Noah had already left for the evening, but he was so tired from our fun day in the sun and the water that I don't think even seeing five fire trucks would have cheered him up.
We watched them circle the neighborhood and drive off; except for the rogue pumper truck who came back up the hill past our house again instead of following the other trucks onto the gravel road on the high side of the neighborhood.
They showed up again in the neighborhood south of us so we figured they were getting acquainted with all the roads leading up to the foothills. With so many wildfires occuring in our state this early in the summer I'm very glad they know how to get up here.
It's amazing to see how quickly the hills turn brown after a couple of really hot, windy days.