House Fire

Two nights ago as Texas and I were packing up our belongings to move out of our "damp" house for awhile...

I heard sirens.

One might think, especially if one lived in the country, that hearing sirens is nothing to stop baking your cookies over.

Out here though, there's only a couple houses past ours down the road, and we are friends with several of the neighbors in the area. Usually, when you hear sirens, it means something is getting a little crazy in the country!

The first set of sirens I heard was no big deal. Then I heard another set, and another... and I looked out the bedroom window to see three firetrucks meeting each other at a T, probably a firetruck from Oakdale, a firetruck from Waterford, and a firetruck from the county. Since we don't really live in Oakdale and are technically closer to other smaller towns, it's kind of a race for the firetrucks to see which town or county truck can get there the quickest. They all win, woo!

Turns out, the house on the corner, the next house down the street from Texas and I was on fire! Smoke was billowing out of the chimney and through any other hole it could find in the house.

These pictures were taken from our front yard.

A little too close for comfort I'd say.

We had a front row seat for the action. Neighbors from all over were cruising down the street, and some were parking at the next dairy over to get right in on the action.

Ohhhh small town life.

I am pretty certain that everyone was ok as there were no ambulances fleeing the scene, and it looked as if four firetrucks was overkill.

Who needs satellite tv when you live in the country?!